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muffindaddystyles · 3 years ago

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Will mafia!h and Y/N will have babies? 🥺💓

IM SO SORRY TO TELL YOU THIS BESTIE BUT.... </3

39. " I'm not saying a goodbye."

It was raining. Skies a gloomy shade of cinereal. Harry’s sleek car came to a screeching halt infront of the vast threshold of his home -- his grin pearlish, eyes twinkling a spark as he gets out of the car not caring to close the door behind. He greets his staff and strides two steps together with a gorgeous bunch of his lovie’s favourite flowers now dewy with raindrops and his nose twitched upon sniffing the vanilla-y smell while passing the kitchen and with his beam never vanishing he leaned into the doorframe asking the people inside, “’Ave y'seen Y/N?” Only for them to shake their heads in uncertainty.

She hasn’t showed herself downstairs since morning and even though it’s very odd of her not to chirp around the mansion nobody went to knock at her door to inquire, they think she deserves privacy.

This time they should have because when Harry barged inside their room it was caliginous with curtains shut and lights dimmed to zero.

“Lovie?” His cheery voice clamoured against the walls, a sour feeling he couldn’t be aware of pinches him in throat as he bobbed his head around to look for her and it perked up when a shadow falls on his feet.

“Baby?” His smile quirked back onto his confused features and he narrowed his eyelids to take in her presence through the darkness of wardrobe, “Harry.” A shaky whisper floated towards him and before that sweet call she was falling against his chest.

“Y/N ... baby —-,” His stumped chuckle halted, his brain numbed for a moment when his fingertips brushed up her back to push her closer to him and they trembled as they collected the wetness there. His heart bleaks a stinging pain into it’s cords, his breath shuddered coldly, flowers falling sadly beside their feet and his eyes earths with tears of panic, angst and torment.

His fingertips coating in his love's thick blood.

“I –- ‘m .. you –.. you’re h-hu —- hurt,” He stammered through a whimper hand wrapping around the dagger whose half end’s stabbed into Y/N's spine, her weak frail body unresponsive though she could listen to him.

“Who did this to you! Who did this to you!?” His screams and cries startled everyone downstairs and they rushed up to see what’s happening, to be shocked by their sights of Y/N limp in Harry’s embrace.

He turned his neck to shout at them, “I need a hand t’help me!!” His eyes bloodshot and Niall his best-man scurried over to them as Harry carried Y/N and laid her on her tummy on the bed, he slips onto his knees putting his chin on the mattress to look in her hazy painful eyes -- tears caged in them but never flowing down.

“Harry ...” She mumbled grittily in agony lifting her shaky fingers to pet his face and like an affection starved kitten Harry doesn’t let her tire herself and gets closer to her himself, “Niall bring the first aid, it’s under the sink.” He commands him not letting his eyes drift from over her angelic face.

“You’re okay baby. You’re okay, I know how to stitch up knife wounds.” He sniffled sucking in a breath trying to be brave for her and she just smiled gorgeously, lips blue and cheeks draining out of her usual berry stain.

“Jesus. Harry she’s been stabbed thrice, those fuckers,” Niall’s words wavered in fear and sympathy for Y/N. He squeezed Harry’s shoulder as Harry sobbed upon hearing that, “No –-... no, no! It’s still okay yeah poppet? I’m g’na get y'alright.” He wanted to covers his eyes to block the hurting groans Y/N elicited and he cradled her soft face in his warm palms in comparison to her temperature, touching their temples to pray together.

“Harry li .. listen to —- to me,” She gasps eyes flittering over his shoulder towards Bambi and Thumper the two dogs that had gotten overly fond of her, Harry’s blurry gaze follows her enfeebled gesture for them to come near her.

They whined and howled sadly flopping beside Harry and Harry hiccupped into his elbow shaking his head when Y/N put her hand under their ears in effort to scratch them but wasn’t able to unfortunately, “Hi babies. You’re gonna look after dad after ‘m gone?” Everyone cried at that watching her soul leave their dull lives that watered colourful upon her arrival.

“Don’t say that! Don’t y'dare say that!” Harry sobbed rushing to hug her tightly, the front of his shirt loathing crimson and she hissed looping her arm against his neck when Niall pulled the dagger out from her lower spine gradually and slowly not to hurt her.

“’M so sorry baby, sorry for being the reason of y’pain.” His tears dampened her already sweaty crook of neck, “Pr – promise me t-that that you’ll have some —.. someone who lov‐-.. loves –--,” She whimpered. Her body jerked into him with a force and she pushed him weakly away to stitch her lips tenderly against his's.

“Tell me bubby. Ha—- have I loved y'enough?” She cooed into their kiss and Harry bolted his eyes shut, poisonous sobs wrecking out of his chest.

“Tell me before, I go ...” Her heartbeat started dropping insanely, her lips wobbled, toes curling with life excavating out of her, “Y'have. Y'have don’t go baby, I’m not saying a goodbye!” He cried showering her in kisses for the one last time and pets her hair, eyes closed praying she takes him with herself because he'd never recover from the pain of loosing the only person he loved more than himself, the person who made hum love himself.

“I love you ..” She whispered, her loving kind eyes locked against his’s and the pool of honey around her rims expanded, her lips parted around the gasping breaths and Harry begged and pleaded — a side of him no-one has ever witnessed as he twisted in anguish considering himself the unluckiest man on the earth for letting his lover go like this, in the worst possible way.

“I love you, I thought I’d never be capable of, y'made me worthy darling. I'll always love you baby....” He shrieked into her chest heaving her up gently to embrace her properly and even though he knew she was no more with him, he fooled himself into thinking so.

If it was possible he’d have clawed his ribs to pluck out his heart in return of hers and he felt like the sun and earth had crashed vanishing away the time spaces as he sat there crying and crying mourning the loss of his lovie that could never be healed by anything in this whole word.

He keeps on holding her, rocking back and forth as he lulls her to slumber of death.

It hurts. It hurts so bad.

His heart weeps.

His soul aches.

When rain stopped and that tranquil silence doomed over them, rage filled his every pore and vein.

He knew who did this. Harry has played dirty but he has never played unfair. It was this gang of companies who sabotaged and destructed the orphanages at the property which belonged to his mother (but the papers weren’t clear) to build restaurants and apartments there so Harry took revenge by burning acres of their illegal drug running underground factory and rebuilt the orphanages and took Y/N to one of their charity events.

She was the happiest he had ever seen her.

It’s like a gun barrel clicked in. A firecracker catching the fuse of ashe to burst everything into flames as Harry laid her with ever most tenderness and kissed her temple, her lifeless eyelids and her chapped lips.

Cleaned the streak of blood with his sleeve and didn’t wipe his tears away bashing out of the room, everyone stepped away as Niall lunged infront of him to stop him before he goes to cause damage to himself more than to them for being in such a vulnerable and weak state.

“Step away.” He growled angrily, gaze fiery and dangerous.

“No.” Niall sighed.

“I wouldn’t get her buried in sucha cold blood. She didn’t deserved this, hell nobody does.” Harry kissed his teeth together gripping at his hair ruthlessly, cheeks dry with tears, his limbs trembling, his head spinning.

“Anyone who wouldn’t follow my orders gets their kneecaps blow-off.” He grunted -- nostrils flaring and saying this he went away, snatching his guns from the console and ordered his men to find the security guards that had their duties at the main gates.

In just a day he hunted each of those monsters down like a hungry wolf and gave them such punished, tortured deaths that each one fell in Harry’s feet for his mercy but his heart was turned into a stone already because the only warmth it had there was because of one person and that person’s gone leaving him to survive in this hellhole alone while he dragged these bastards to the depths of firepits.

Once, coming back home to her. To his sunshine, to his soul and life, to his reasons of getting up every morning so he would get to spend time with her —- he broke down. Into shattered bits and pieces of remorse, guilt and sadness feeling himself so small and hurtable as he cried to himself all alone in their garden with no-one to console him where he’ll come to meet her daily.

He wants to rip his skin apart and set it on fire for his beating heart to stop, for it stop feeling.

He feels sick. Fainting, in urgency and desperation to hold his baby and never let go.

To lay down with her under the soil if that's possible.

his only reason to live.

His only beloved.

The wind giggles through pink leaves of cherry blossom tree, lush grass resting peacefully and Harry smiles to himself treading towards his two most favourite people in the world.

The spring being their heartiest month.

“Azalea! What y’chattering ‘bout t'mum?” He asks and nods proudly when his lil boy stands up from his cross position on the ground from beside his mother and brushes the grassy spikes from his cherry printed shorts with his little pudgy hands.

“My first day at school dada!” The four years old squeals and Harry scoops him up in his arms, kissing his cheek again amount less times, “Is that so, huh! huh!” He tickles his little bun.

Y/N was right. Isn’t she always. Harry chuckles. Even if she’s gone he still feels loved from her, she’s in the rains, in the sweaters he wears when he feels shallow, in the scent of his pillows, she’s in the vanilla smell of their favourite cupcakes – she’s in his dreams and that name of their son, Azalea.

She always wanted to name their first born Azalea, a blooming flower that happens to be a vibrant pink, a gift of spring, are floriferous in sunshine and she'd always say that Harry would be their sun.

Their ever source of happiness.

Azalea was three days old when his mother died and Harry took him home even though not sure of his own decision but something in those little eyes that matches his mommy made Harry’s heart attract towards him so much he brought him without another thought.

A home he built with Y/N. The curtains of the mansion still remains pushed back wide, flower vases on every furniture, not a day goes by when anyone doesn’t misses her and the ducklings has grown so much that Y/N would have been spinning in happiness around.

Nothing has changed, life’s fleeting for everyone except for Harry. He counts each day and night that goes without her beside him in his sleep, in the little picnics with Azalea and Niall, in the story reading at nights with his baby, in kitchen to watch the winters first rain prattling against that one window that’s old enough to carry the remains of his ancestors, she’s never there to share a noodle pot with him while he sits and eat alone, never there to patch his favourite socks back, to kiss his forehead whenever he leaves home, to call him sweet names and to laugh with him on his silly jokes, to do thumb fights, to get angry with him whenever he refuses to layer himself in cold.

Never.

Never physically. But, she’s always there in his heart, her presence lurks around him and he could feel the warmth of her wrapping around him whenever he falls asleep watching telly.

“What did y'learn today bubba?” He asks Azalea and grins cheekily when Azalea babbles, “Colours!”

“That’s fuckin’ amazin'!” At that a huge gush of breeze hits him in face a tiny branch of the tree they’re standing under falls on his head.

“Kay' kay fine! No cursing.” He squeaks in defence pouting down at the grave of his lovie and his face splits into a grin when his hair glittered up with cherry blossom leaves.

“We miss you very much,” His voice heavy and sad. He gulps chokingly and blinks away the glossiness, stroking a thumb up Azalea cheek who’s sitting in Harry’s lap.

Every evening they come to meet Y/N, the hole in his heart couldn’t fill up of her void but the soothing feeling of relief that she’s in their garden and nearer to him has lessened the grief.

“G’na meet you tomorrow, our baby’s mighty hungry.” He chuckles hearing the grumbling noises coming from Azalea’s belly.

“You’re so cheeky baby.” His eyes glimmers and he feels himself swooning into breeze, “How’s it going in heaven?” He asks airily tracing his initials beside her beautiful name engraved at the tombstone and it’s like she’s scolding him when he gets a nip on his pointy finger.

“Azalea kiss mommy a goodbye.” Harry breaks into laughter when Azalea bobs his head and almost tumbles of his daddy’s lap in the effort to reach the tombstone.

“Goodbye beautiful.” Harry whispers kissing the top of her tombstone and his heart bursts into lilacs when once again he’s showered into petal like leaves.

“I love you too, baby.” Finally he has accepted to say goodbyes.

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arcadejohn127-9 · 4 years ago

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How the brothers would pull a belphie chapter 16 with MC:

AU: brothers take belphies place as the human hating demon

Warning: gore, blood, angst, violence, death, dark themes, murder

Lucifer:

You first found him in a secret passage way, when you first stumbled upon Satan finding it he ordered you to never go near it

But you were drawn to it; either out of pure curiosity or the voice that called for you

There's were you met him; Lucifer, he was annoyed when he told you his story - how Satan locked him up, how he mourned as Satan was like a son to him not just a brother

You felt awful! So you agreed to help and get him out

it was finally the moment! Lucifer was free, he could finally escape this damn study. He looked at you with a proud smile, gesturing for you to come closer.

He was sitting in his office chair; it looked as if he was struggling to finally leave the room. You could only assume due to being in there for so long he's grown attached to his condiment; you offered him a knowing smile.

"Would you mind letting me have a moment on indulgence? Before I finally face them - I wish to just hold you, it's been so long since I've had anyone around me."

You were surprised to see his demon form for the first time. Marveling at how beautiful it looked. it fit him perfectly.

you happily agreed but became bashful when he patted his lap. You hesitantly sat on his lap and he adjusted the both of you, he wrapped his arms around you. You gave him a gentle pat on his head, unsure what to do.

Your back Slightly curved when his hand trailed up to behind your neck.

"so easy, you're not the brightest human, are you?"

You didn't even get time to process his words; your head suddenly yanked back. You hissed as it smacked on the desk behind you.

"I'm ashamed this is what Diavolo comes up with when I'm not around but you were helpful to me in some parts - I'll atleast thank you for that."

you whimpered as his hand wrapped around your throat. Tears building up in your eyes as you tried to squirm. But your awkward position and banging headache was blurring your hopes; your head felt warm. It felt wet.

Just from that one attack alone you were already bleeding. Your heart was racing as he squeezed harder. You choked on air as you frantically moved, trying to pry his fingers away but it was to no use.

He hummed, displeased. He slammed your head back down on his desk giving you a moment to breathe but the air was knocked out of you as soon as it came back. Only a squeak of pain left your throat. Your eyes rolling back as pain consumed you.

His hand returned to strangling you and finally, your vision went black.

Mammon:

He was locked away in the garage at the back of the dorm

You didn't even know there was actually a back until you saw Lucifer go there

Your first impression on the demon wasn't exactly great - he was tooting his own horn abit too much for a guy locked up

But turns out, he was desperate to be let out and finally just be with his brothers again - he asked about Levithan alot

He looked so.... broken

You wanted to help him as much as you could and agreed to his plan

You squealed with excitement as the door opened. You rushed towards mammon, thrilled to finally be able to come properly face to face with him. The demon was grinning ear to ear as he whisked you off your feet, thanking you.

"you're a real one! I couldn't of done it without ya, human."

He finally put you down, you were laughing. Your eyes closing for a moment as you felt slightly dizzy from his excited spinning.

"That's why I feel somewhat bad for what I'm about to do to you."

Huh? You opened your eyes to give him a questioning look but it was too late. You didn't have time to realize he was now in his demon form.

You were booted to the floor, his foot slamming down on your chest. You let out a yelp of pain as you gasped in shock. He crouched down, balancing his arm on his knee. Looking down at you with a tilted head, his shades rolling down his noses just slightly.

"I'll be nice to ya, you were kind to me afterall, Its time I repay my debt."

you screamed; hoping someone would hear you but he just covered your mouth with his hand. His nails digging into your cheek and jaw, squeezing it tighter the more you panicked. Soon it turned into screams of pain as he just watched you thrash, still grinning.

Your jaw crunched under the sheer power of his hand. Blood shooting out as your jaw unhinged. Tears falling down as you lost consciousness; it was a miracle you still had that drop of life still in you. But that inch of life faded as he stood back up; slamming down his chest as hard as he could down on your heart.

Levithan:

He was downstairs, locked away in this giant indoor pool area

No comfy bed to sleep in....nothing to do

He kept calling Everyone, including you, Normies and seemed to not even want to be around people

But then you kept visiting, learning he just wanted to play video games with his brothers again and be able to see performances with fellow otakus

He was just alone in that room

It was a no brain-er that you agreed to help him escape

Finally! It was open! He was free!

He leaned on the floor above the pool, shock on his face as the door finally opened. You grinned as you jogged over to him. thankfully, he was wearing some swim shorts and a shirt.

You were so happy to finally be able to meet levithan properly. You sat down just Infront of him.

"you opened it-! You actually did it! You've unlocked the dungeon and ready to face the final boss."

You laughed, questioning the 'final boss'. Unsure who he could be referring to. He sprung at you, revealing his demon form and yanked you into the pool.

As soon as your head went under the water you tried to get back up but he grabbed your head, forcing it to stay under. You kicked and threw your arms but nothing was working. Your brain was burning up from all the questions and screaming it was doing.

Your neck was straining from how much it tried to lift upwards. Desperate to get above the water but he held your head down. It was too late, before you knew it you body moved out of pure instinct. It gasped for air.

You screamed as water filled your lungs, thrashing more desperately as your tears mixed with the water. Your eyes burning as he grumbled.

"didn't you learn anything? Don't trust demons."

That was the last thing you heard before your body stopped moving.

Satan:

Locked away upstairs in a mini library, an old sofa as his only bed

His snap from "please help me" to pure rage scared you - all because you brought up Lucifer

But you're dumb with curiosity and went to see him again, he apologized for his behaviour and told you his story

He sadly had a constant rage due to his sin like his brothers and for it, they locked him up like some dangerous beast

He was so miserable and ashamed of himself - so guilty for something he couldn't even control or get rid of

He was nice to you and was shown to care about others, why wouldn't you help him?

When the door opened it was a surprise to you both. Satan put down his book, keeping it in his grasp. You smiled at him and he returned it. He was happy to finally be free, being the first to move and give you a hug.

"It's almost pitiful how you lack a sense of danger, you've let yourself be in the arms of a beast."

You wanted to say something, to deny such a claim as you trusted him but it was all discarded as you let out a loud yelp. You pushed yourself away from his crushing hug, nervously looking at him as you backed away.

"ah, so you do notice me as a threat but it's abit late for that now, isn't it? You're already in here with me."

Satan threw his book, it hit you square in his face. You hissed in pain before screaming, he yanked you by the head to be further inside the room. Angered by your stupidity and begging; he thrusted his knee into your gut, repeatedly.

You coughed up blood as you sobbed. He threw your body to the floor, climbing ontop of you. You kept begging him to stop, unable to get away.

He clawed and punched your face, never stopping even when his arms ached. His anger blinding him as he tore at your body, slamming his bloodied fists down on your chest and grabbed at your head.

You were barely breathing when he slammed your head into the floor. A wheeze of breath leaving you after every blow. Your blood covered his torn knuckles, pooling around your head and running down your chin. Your ribs were broken and so was your nose. Your jaw felt like it was barely hanging on to itself.

He only stopped minutes after you stopped breathing.

Asmodeus:

He was hidden away in the greenhouse, unable to escape

When you met him he was so anxious to even show his face, telling you to look away to his ugliness

You learn he's very obsessive about his looks and being unable to properly care for his skin was eating at him BADLY

he was so desperate

Though he seemed surprised you didn't seem effected when you looked into his eyes

He told you he wanted to see his brother Satan the most, he raised the little demon himself when Lucifer couldn't

You felt like you had to help him, this wasn't a man who deserved to be locked up - so you agreed to his plan

He sprung up in surprise, standing besides the small mirror in his cell. You cheered out his name and he ran towards you.

Nuzzling your cheek with his own as he hugged you tightly. Peppering your cheek with kisses as he repeatedly thanked you.

"ah~! My knight in shining armour! But, sadly this is where your heroism ends."

You gasped as slammed you to the wall, gently shushing you as you trembled. His hand was on your chest, over your heart, his eyes scanning your face down to where his hand was.

"humans are all so ugly....but I bet your heart is beautiful, don't cry - it's bad for your skin, just let me see how beautiful you can be."

He wiped your tears, adjusting you so he could keep you pinned to the wall. Licking his lips as he grew fidgety. You were hoping for a chance of mercy; squeaking out a weak plea for him to stop. Begging for his compassion, demanding for a reason for his betrayal. You were going through the stages of grief in mere seconds. He watched you with delight as he giggled.

He caressed your cheek, giving it one last nuzzle, his demon form appearing before you before plunging his hand into your chest. You gurgled on your blood as you trembled - your body going into shock as he marveled at the feeling of your heart. Still not taking his hand out, he cooed at how soft you felt.

Your body slumped not long after but he still went through with it, yanking out your heart and watched it beat for a few mere seconds.

Beezlebub:

Locked away in the in the indoor gym, downstairs

How Lucifer hid his monstrous appitete from everyone was magic itself

He immediately asked you about his twin, belphegor - was he sleeping okay? Was he holding up well?

He seemed so cold but as soon as he started talking about his twin you saw just soft he could be

He told you Lucifer locked him up here due to his gluttony, teaching him restraint

He told you how hungry he was, he was starving

Whenever you visited you'd bring him food - the door itself you were able to touch so it was just being careful when passing it through

You felt bad for him, his stomach always growling and he always wanted updates on his brothers well being

You weren't going to let him just sit there and starve! You agreed to help him escape

It was finally time. He looked up at you, a pout on his grumpy face and a hand on his stomach. His eyes immediately scanned any sign of food but you were empty handed; he looked at your face as you stared at him in shock.

He walked over to you, a smile stretching out on his face before pulling you into a hug. You cried out with joy as you immediately hugged him back, nuzzling into his chest. He lowered his head, hiding it in your shoulder and gave your neck a few sniffs. You stiffened at his actions but tried to not think too much of it.

"I'm so hungry....you smell delicious....you should of known this would of happened."

You let out a noise of confusion and shock. Pushing yourself away from him but his hold on you was too tight. You hastily tried ducking under his arms but he only squeezed you tighter. His tongue running up your neck as if to taste you. You whimpered and shivered as your body shook, begging him not to hurt you.

"it's because of humans I failed Someone I love, if it weren't for you - she wouldn't be dead! Stop squirming, it'll make it less painful."

You screamed as his teeth sunk into the space between your shoulder and neck, ripping at the flesh. Blood spraying everywhere as he finally ripped the chunk off. Your watery eyes began to roll back; the last thing you could see clearly was his usual grumpy face. That stoic cold expression staring at you as your blood covered half of his face, he chewed on your flesh before offering his puppy like smile.

He kept going back to take bites, wanting to finally fulfill his long lasting starvation; you were already long gone and unable to cry for help.

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averyhappychainsawhalloween · 4 years ago

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Reverence | Part 8

Thomas Hewitt X You | NSFW

Masterlist with links to other parts

Hoyt sneered down at you but suddenly he was blocked out by an old linen work shirt. Tommy had stepped in front of you, the muscles in his arms tensed and his fingers curled into fists. He looked ready for a fight.

“Are you disrespecting my authority, boy?” Hoyt growled. The old man still had his gun pulled and you wondered, would Hoyt shoot Tommy if he came at him? You didn’t want to find out. When Thomas took a step towards Hoyt you put a hand on his arm to stop him.

“It’s okay, Tommy,” you said, pulling your lips into a smile you didn’t feel in your heart. “I’ll be back later.”

Your eyes met Hoyt’s. You wanted him to know the only reason Thomas wasn’t bashing his head in was you.

Reluctantly, Thomas stepped aside. You crossed over to Hoyt, stepping over Dave’s body.

“Let’s go, Sheriff.”

You walked in silence to the store where Luda Mae was going through the trunk of Jake and Dave’s car.

“Anything useful?” Hoyt barked at her.

“There’s liquor,” she said, holding up a bottle of whiskey. “A lot of it.”

She gathered everything useful into a box and carried in back into the store. Hoyt slipped into the drive’s side and waved for you to follow. You slid into the passenger’s seat and the engine roared to life. The radio began playing a rock song and Hoyt made a disgusted noise and clicked it off.

He pulled out of the store and headed down the road towards the car graveyard you had gone through a week prior.

“Family comes first, Thomas knows that,” he said, his eyes on the road.

“Really? Didn’t seem like it back at the house,” you said lightly, your eyes watching the scenery pass outside.

“You’re a curiosity, sweetheart. A toy he’ll get bored of and toss away so don’t put so much stock in what Tommy likes,” Hoyt said.

“You think he’s stupid,” you said bitterly.

“You’re a distraction,” Hoyt hissed, changing the subject. “He hardly gets anything done anymore.”

“Because you don’t let me see him,” you countered.

“You really think you’re god’s gift to us don’t ya?” Hoyt grumbled.

“What?”

“Don’t bullshit me, girl. You walk around the house like you own it,” Hoyt said. “In case you need reminding you were meat before you were a guest and you can be meat just as quick.”

Fear pooled in your stomach and suddenly you wished you had hidden behind Tommy and instead of foolishly following Hoyt out here.

The car came to an abrupt stop nearly knocking your head into the dashboard with the force of it. You both sat in silence as Hoyt pulled the car into place in the mass of rusted out vehicles and turned the engine off.

“Tommy wouldn’t let you,” you said. Hoyt turned in his seat to look at you and you were very aware of his hand resting on the pistol at his hip.

“You think Tommy’s in charge around here?” he asked. “He may be the biggest but he does what’s good for the family.”

“Have I not been good for the family?” you asked. With as many chores as you’d been set to you couldn’t image that they didn’t think of you as even a little useful.

“Cleanin’ the house doesn’t make you family,” Hoyt said. “And letting people get away is not good for the family.”

“He didn’t get away,” you corrected.

“No thanks to you,” Hoyt spit.

Your shoulders sagged. You thought your place in the Hewitt house was solid but you were walking across thinner ice than you could have imagined.

“You better watch yourself, girlie, because one wrong move again and I’ll blow your fucking brains out you understand?” Hoyt said, his beady eyes searing into you.

You gave a small nod.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Yes, I understand.”

“Yes what?” he demanded.

“Yes, sir, I understand,” you ground out through your teeth.

Finally satisfied, Hoyt stepped out of the car slamming the door shut and left you alone in the heat.

You had grown too comfortable here, that was for sure. Hoyt wasn’t as much of a dumb hick as you thought. You couldn’t leave now, he was far too trigger happy for that.

Your hands were trembling and you curled your fingers into tight fists to keep them still. Despite everything you did for the family it would never be enough. You could scrub the floorboards until your fingers were stripped to the bone and Hoyt would still proclaim family first.

Then you’d have to make yourself family.

You jumped out of the car and started towards the house. You marched across the field with single minded fury. You leapt up the stairs not pausing to chat with Uncle Monty sitting outside and passed through the blood stained entry way knowing you’d get an ear full later for not cleaning it. You marched straight down into the basement and didn’t pause at the end of the staircase but pushed through the clutter to where Thomas was working.

His back was to you, his shoulders tense as he brought a clever down on the table with a loud thwack. You never paused but went right up to the table. His arm jerked when he saw you and quickly set the knife down.

You stepped up onto the tips of your toes to wind your hands behind his neck. Tommy took the hint and bent down and when he was close enough you caught his lips with yours. Immediately he responded, pulling you into his arms and deepening the kiss. If you were frustrated from being separated for a week, Tommy was near irate. It was clear in the stiff muscles of his back and the tension in his neck every time Hoyt ordered you around.

It wasn’t long before his hips were pressing your body against the work table. You could feel him growing hard through your clothes and you tried to bite back the excitement you felt but it was impossible.

The mood was infectious. Tommy picked you up and carried you away from the butchering work to his corner of the basement. He set you on his bed and soon followed, leaning over you to keep your lips locked together. His tongue ran across your lips and explored your mouth, eager to taste.

Your hands tugged at his apron and he made a frustrated noise as he broke the kiss to toss the garment off. He descended on you again, lips working feverishly against yours like he may never get to do it again.

His fingers hiked your skirt up to your waist and dipped into your panties. He pressed his fingers inside of you, his thumb working against your clit, building more and more heat with each twist of his fingers.

You moaned into his mouth, moving your hips to the rhythm of his fingers.

He broke your kiss, his hands leaving you to unbuckle his belt. He pulled himself from his pants and didn’t give you any time to admire his cock before it was pressing against your entrance.

He pushed into you slowly, pressing you down into the mattress until he was fully sheathed inside.

“You feel so good,” you moaned, sliding your fingers into his hair. Tommy grunted as he began moving inside of you, pulling out and thrusting back deeper than before. Your fingers tightened in his hair which spurred him on.

“Oh God Tommy,” you breathed as he bucked into you. His eyes were closed above you, his breath coming quick as he moved into you again and again. You felt your peak building with each new wave of his hips. Your wrapped your legs around him, pushing him deeper inside.

Thomas pressed his nose to the bend of your neck, panting against your skin as your hips met again and again until you hit your crescendo. You cried out as you came on his cock. Pleasure blurred everything in the world except Thomas. Hips worked faster until he came inside you with a groan that was closer to a growl. He pinned you down into the mattress as he filled you up, moaning against your skin.

Once he finished he collapsed beside you, his arms pulling you against his chest. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and you relaxed against him content.

You’d be family soon enough.

#thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x you #slashers x reader #slashers x you

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aggieharkness · 3 years ago

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Summary: She never meant to hurt her family once more, she had only expected to wake up with a hangover not with someone beside her that was about to turn her entire life upside down. She never thought she would get a chance at a new life with someone so different and at the same time so alike. Can they really find a future together?

a/n: Welcome back to this little story of ours!! The turn of events has arrived but before you all freak out let me remind you that there are still chapters to be written so keep calm and enjoy the angst. As you already know if there's anything you'd like me to add or change just tell me and I'll be happy to comply and if there are any requests don't hesitate to tell me. Enjoy :)) I'm Spanish so I used expressions from my own language. I'm afraid I don't know Colombian ones so I had to work with the ones that I know. If there are any Colombians out there that would prefer for me to change what I have written I would very gladly do it, but even so, I hope you like the ones I have used.

warning: age difference, implied sexual content, blood, swear words. Most importantly no Alma Madrigal bashing, i love this woman.

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Where did everything go wrong? What did she do to deserve this? There were people outside her door pounding, calling out her name, but she couldn’t move from where she was kneeling in a corner of her bedroom, eyes staring at her hands. In a continuous rhythm droplets of blood stained the carpet underneath her but she didn’t try to stop it, the gash on the palm of her hand bleeding as it rested on her lap. Why did the world think she ought to be punished? It wouldn’t budge, the wooden door flickered, the light shining dimly as if it was losing its power, the urgency of everyone's voices crossing the walls but they didn’t reach her ears strongly enough for her to understand them not that she would have listened. The pool of blood under her knees mixed with her tears as they fell quietly, in utter silence. She should have thought about this all for longer, should have realised it was nothing more than a game, a passing fancy that like the fool she was, she had believed. She had jumped into the bloody abyss and had found an abrupt end with sharp rocks that had killed her on impact, slicing through her chest. The flame of the candle flickered ever so slightly, rumbling sounds filling the halls of Casita shaking its foundations just like last time, the cracks on the walls deep and long breaking through every part of the building the same way they broke through her heart. Her brain replayed the scene over and over, his words loud and clear as if he had just been standing in front of her mere seconds ago, her body shuddering in anger and despair. Where? Where had it all gone wrong?! The question flowed through her veins like poison killing her slowly, gently almost, mocking her and her feelings. If only she had stood her ground from the very beginning, if she had realised it was all a mistake none of this would have happened, she wouldn’t be here bleeding on her clothes and floor with an invisible knife slicing through her heart over and over again.

All her vases and photographs laid on the floor shattered, the frames broken in several places from the strength used to throw them against the wall, pillows ripped apart with feathers all over the bed and carpet, some had even flown out the window, not that she cared much about it all. She hadn’t even noticed that her wedding picture laid now against the door with its glass cracked right on Pedro’s face. She couldn’t figure out what hurt most, her heart for what had happened or her soul for having believed in silly tales that at her age should have been for her grandchildren. Pure fantasies of a knight in shining armour that would sweep her off her feet and take her beyond the horizon on his pristine white horse, but it all had turned out to be but a joke from a cruel witch that laughed mercilessly in her head, that voice that had chased her in her nightmares returning. Why had he led her on when he knew he wasn’t interested, why use her like this, let her fall in love at last only to be thrown away at the first chance he got? The voices outside her room got louder and louder until they became screams that she still didn’t hear, how could she when the ringing in her ears was deafening and the voices in her head were drowning everything else taunting her; in a way she felt like they were telling her the truth. Images of her worst nightmares flashed before her eyes and as much as she wanted them to go away they just wouldn’t leave, blinking as fast as she could nor closing them completely helped in the slightest. Her family murdered pareaded over her carpet dripping viscous coagulated blood on it leaving pools of the hot sticky liquid everywhere as they walked, the gurgling sounds of slit throats mixing with those cruel evil words that she knew so well.

Hands pressed against her eyes moved to her ears in hopes it would all stop, that they would leave her alone but it only got worse and the banging noises on her door deafening until it all reached a breaking point. Before she knew what was going on a bleeding scream tore itself out of her chest leaving her throat raw and the metallic taste of her own blood in her mouth but she couldn’t stop. This pain, this hurt was astronomical, worse than the night she had lost Pedro and the night she had cried in front of his painting after it all had started, that fateful moment that had doomed her into this dark hole of pain, despair and profound guilt and shame. Her heart was being pulled out right out of her chest and ripped into pieces in front of her by those hands that had held her when she had been down, by those fingers that had dried her tears; she had been backstabbed by who she was most in love with and it had broken her once more. At the same time her scream had reached those outside her room the cracks on Casita were starting to spread around the Encanto, and this time Mirabel feared they wouldn’t be able to fix it, her eyes watching how some roof tiles plummeted to the floor smashing into pieces as soon as they made contact with the ground, paintings and photographs falling of their spots on the walls as the house shook under the force of her voice. Luisa hit the door with her fists a dozen times but it didn't budge, it was as if their home wasn’t letting anyone in and it was driving them crazy.

Bruno had rushed to his room right after everything had happened in the courtyard not even bothering to explain himself to his sisters, not that they would have asked, they were too furious and shocked to even think about it, they hadn’t even noticed his absence until after their mother had practically run to her room slamming the door shut. It had taken four people including Luisa to keep a hold of Pepa but not even Felix had been able to calm her cloud down, it thundered with such fierce power that her lightning could have killed someone, not that they would have stopped her if they had wanted to, the tears that had streamed down Alma’s face had burned her children’s souls as much as hers and it had initiated a fire that if not controlled would incinerate him as well as Pepa. It had been the wisest idea from all of them to have Isabela throw him out with one of her vines landing hard on the dirty floor outside Casita, the figure of Rosa barely appearing in the distance when the front doors had closed, unwilling to open at her request. They still hadn’t calmed Pepa’s fury, her cloud raining and thundering threatening to cause a hurricane of biblical proportions, but no one dared speak to her in case they made it worse, only Felix could do that. Dolores’ face had been expressionless for a while until she had picked up Antonio and vanished inside his room without a word and was yet to come out. As soon as the loud voices had reached her ears from where she had been in the garden she had simply stood in the background refusing to interact with anyone and hadn’t moved from her spot until Alma raised her voice leaving a soft ringing in the poor girl's ears. Mirabel had tried to talk with her after their abuela had vanished inside her bedroom but to no luck, Antonio’s door wouldn’t open for her either.

The only one that hadn’t said a word and who had remained fairly calm to get all the information crystal clear had been Julieta, that was until he had said that horrible thing to her mother and all hell had broken loose. She hadn't even noticed that her hand had collided with his cheek until she found Agustín wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her away, her voice loud and venomous towards him. As angry as Isabela had been the situation had called for someone to keep their heads cool enough since her ever so calm mother was actually threatening to cut him open and cook his insides and then feed them to him, quite a gruesome sight and by the sound of it all things were only going to get mesier from there; she had grabbed his ankle with one of her vines and had thrown him out the door. It hadn’t made anything go away, the anger and fury were the new oxygen for her family and much to her dismay it would take too long for them to let go, if they ever did. The magenta skirt of her abuela had practically levitated up the stairs after that. After what seemed like hours they were still trying to get inside and talk with her hearing her heartbreaking sobs and the sound of glass breaking, of fabric tearing, her words filled with agony. And it had all started because instead of Julieta it had been Alma the one that had decided to head down to the village to do the shopping.

Julieta had mentioned at breakfast that she was running low on a few ingredients that she needed for dinner and casually dropped a hint that she might be heading into town later today and would appreciate some help. The idea of seeing Mariano after two weeks of barely being able to glance at him, filled up with work, preparations for parties… before she could admonish herself the words that she would be going dropped out of her mouth raising eyebrows around the table. The lie she made up was hardly believable, but no one brought it up; after all, what harm could it do for her to see her boyfriend? Dios, qué equivocados estaban todos. She had left the house with a smile as bright as the sun and lovestruck eyes only to return with absolute sadness pouring out of every single pore in her body, a painful veil covering her chocolate eyes. Maybe everything had been just a dream, a wonderful lie she had created in her mind to feel like she deserved to be loved once more and she hadn’t seen the signs that were practically screaming at her that none of this was real, maybe she should have listened to those life consuming voices that floated in her head.

Alma hadn’t even finished tying her alpargatas before rushing out the door catching the basket that Casita had thrown at her as she left the house. The sky was blue, not a cloud in sight, filled with the beautiful sight of young birds flying high above her head, butterflies and little dragonflies jumping from flower to flower on the riverbend, the scent of fruits and blooms encircling her form just as she was crossing the bridge. She wondered where Mariano might be, he had closed his stand months ago to fully focus on constructing their little house in the mountains, much to her dismay since she loved talking to him while they shared a bowl of fruit, she loved seeing him cutting them and making the juices people requested, he looked so happy as if he had been doing that since he was born. The excitement had only grown as she approached the plaza, there were a few places she could have checked before heading to their spot but she hadn’t expected to find what she found. The plaza was absolutely packed and it was hard to even breathe let alone find someone on the sea of heads and hats that filled the village, for a minute she wondered if she had forgotten about any festivities but when she got to the butchers she didn’t hear anything out of the ordinary, just the normal conversations and greetings that one gets out of politeness. Thirty minutes later with the eggs and chicken safely tucked in her basket she made her way out of the store paying no mind to the disgusting compliments she was getting from that horrid butcher, if only they had another one so she could throw this guy out of the town, one could only dream.

Fate had other plans for her though, and the mission to find Mariano soon came to an end as she saw him coming out of the florist with a beautiful bouquet of roses and daisies that she suspected was for her, cheeks the shade of beets as she started to walk towards him, but he wasn’t alone. A young girl with long black hair flowing in the breeze and sparkling green eyes was accompanying him, a beautiful young thing with perfect teeth as she smiled up at Mariano, cheeks the shade of pink tulips and perfectly full cherry lips. This girl was perfect, and Alma couldn’t remember who she was but didn’t like the fact that she was standing so close to him, a wave of jealousy rising in her chest, but she quickly had calmed down, after all he had made it very clear he wanted her to trust him and he would never do anything to hurt her, that was his motto. But he did, he broke her heart right there over the cobblestones as if her soul meant nothing to him. The bouquet wasn’t for Alma, he handed it to the girl asking her if she liked them, to which she had responded that they were beautiful and that she was extremely grateful he had found time to be with her instead of the Madrigals but his reaction wasn't what Alma had expected to hear, he didn't tell this girl that he loved spending time with his girlfriend as old as she might be, no, the idiot had laughed while nodding as if he was confirming her that he had been trapped somehow by her and her family. The jealousy became anger at his words, they had spent wonderful days together, he had made that very clear, wasn’t he happy with her? Did he need more space to do what he pleased? They had been apart for two fucking weeks, wasn’t that enough?!

It all crumbled before her when he suggested lunch holding out his arm for the girl which she took without hesitation, but that wasn’t the worst of it all, Alma must have been a masochist because she watched in slow motion how the lips of this girl landed over Mariano’s in a quick loving peck before they started walking away both smiling as if they hadn’t done anything wrong. The strength in her legs and arms weakened to the point where her basket slid out of her grasp landing on the ground with a loud breaking sound along with that of the eggs cracking open, the yolk mixing with the whites staining the hem of her skirt. The commotion it created brought people to check on her, loud voices spreading all over the plaza but her brain was completely blocked her eyes glued to the back of Mariano’s head, utter disbelief filling her like boiling water, that was until he turned his head to check what was going on and his eyes locked with Alma’s. The fear that had crossed his face didn’t go unnoticed by the girl next to him who turned as well, pushing him away as soon as she saw her standing in complete shock right outside the butchers with her fingers twitching softly. Alma was far too stunned to notice the hot salty tears that were streaming down her face, unable to stop all the questions and voices, dull noises in the background as the ringing in her ears got louder and louder. Mariano quickly made his way towards her but when he was barely six feet away Alma stumbled backwards her back hitting a lampost, the metal cool to the touch through the thin material of her blouse. He held his hand out as if asking for permission to touch her but he didn’t get an answer, with a dramatic turn, her skirt wrapping around her legs, Alma ran back to Casita, the sobs that had been choking her up until that moment finally escaping her throat.

It all replayed in her head over and over, the girl's lips kissing who she had thought until that moment was hers and only hers to kiss, to hold, but of course fate had proven to her once more that her life was nothing more than a succession of unfortunate events. Her rosy lips had touched his and he hadn’t pushed her away, he hadn’t even thought of telling her that he had a partner, the son of a bitch had smiled and walked with her to have lunch. Had he grown tired of Alma already and was seeking affection in others? She had given every bit of herself to him, she had changed her ways for him, the way she dressed, the way she handled the town, everything had been for him and this is what she got in return? The agony she felt was far too great, she hadn’t felt such an amount of raw visceral pain in a long time but somehow it was worse than when she had lost Pedro, that time she had watched him die right in front of her, he was no one else's but Gods, but Mariano had given himself to someone else right before her eyes, the man she loved was slipping away and she would have to see him build a life with someone that wasn’t her. She understood now what Dolores had felt, what she had done to the girl and the pain and defeat turned into guilt, a feeling that she had learned to live with long away slamming its way towards her heart in a wave too great for her to handle. His footsteps chased hers, but she couldn't hear the world around her, the beauty that had graced her eyes when she had left the house was nothing but a black void of absolute despair that she didn’t know how to cope with.

Slamming open, the wooden front doors hit the stone with such force it shocked the foundations of the house almost as a reflection of how shook Alma felt, the basket forgotten down at the plaza with the eggs and meat lying over the stones. Heads poked out of the kitchen and living room, some door on the second floor opening at the feeling of the house trembling beneath their feet to find a distraught Alma standing in the middle of the courtyard shaking like a leaf with both hands covering her face to quiet her sobs down a bit, but it only made things worse. Darkness met her blurry eyes and her mind horrible and evil as it was started playing tricks on her forming figures with the bits of light that came through from in between her fingers, figures that she couldn’t blink away of those memories that hadn’t come to her since her last nightmare months ago. Those ghosts that she had thought were gone returned to her stronger than ever. An invisible knife had been planted right on her chest piercing through her heart mercilessly, the devil's hand twisting it ripping it apart, making it bleed inside her chest. Mariano got to the house just a couple minutes later panting and leaning on Casita’s doorframe; something must have given him away because a second later Isabela and Mirabel were heading towards him with anger blazing around them as Pepa, Julieta and Bruno rushed to their mother but they couldn’t pray a single word out of her, its was as if she was physically unable of speaking, just the thought of voicing what was in her mind brought such pain to her already suffering form that only made her sobs grown louder and more agonising.

-Alma, please, let me explain. - he had been screaming that at her since she had fled from the plaza and although she wanted to understand, the facts were there and they were impossible to hide when she had seen it all with both her eyes. - Please, it’s not what you think.

-What did you do?! Everything was fine!

-I didn’t do anything, I swear Isa. Please, let me explain myself.

-WHAT IS THERE TO EXPLAIN?! - she could have sworn her tears would turn to blood in no time, the pain and the stinging sensation that she had in her eyes was far too horrid to keep the open, but as much as she blinked to escape it it wouldn’t go away and she suddenly found herself face to face with his blurry figure the words pouring out filled with such torment and fury that he stepped back a bit. - YOU KISSED HER! I SAW IT ALL OR ARE YOU GOING TO TELL ME I’M LYING?!

-Alma, please calm down. It’s not what you think.

-Really?! Her lips were on yours and you didn’t even think of telling her that you are with me!

-Mariano, you didn’t. Please tell me you didn’t. - Pepa’s words were soft, it took him by surprise that she wasn’t already thundering, over the entirety of the Encanto a thin layer of grey clouds covered the previous bright blue sky. She was trying to remain calm after all they had made case out of this whole situation and had won, they had made them believe this could work, for fuck’s sake he had asked Alma out, courted her and told the family that he loved her, he couldn’t have done such a despicable thing to her mother. - Mariano, por tu padre, dime que es mentira.

-Pero no lo es, ¿verdad?¡ Vamos, ten huevos de decirles que no es verdad! Have the balls to lie to them when I saw it all with my own eyes!

-I kissed her, but it wasn’t what you think. She’s my friend.

-You son of a fucking bitch! - there was the normal feral Pepa they knew and loved, the sky flashing with the biggest lightning the town had seen in years, the sound of her thunder rumbling all over the village making the ground shake under them as if the Earth was going to swallow them out of the blue. Felix’s hand quickly grasped his wife’s wrist pulling her back towards himself, but the static energy was growing bigger by the second which only meant one thing: she was getting ready to fry him into dust. - You disgusting cheater! We welcomed you into our home, fed you from our table and this is what you do?!

-I didn’t do anything wrong! Sofia and I have known each other since we were in school, we are nothing more than friends!

-Friends with fucking benefits, right? You don’t kiss people just because you have known each other for an entire bloody lifetime Mariano! Do you think I’m dumb?!

-Don’t get smart with me Alma, you know I would never hurt you. Do you think me so incredibly heartless as to cheat on you?

-You almost raped me in the kitchen! - the words came out harsher that she had meant but she didn’t find it in her to care, he was standing there telling her that they were just friends? The audacity! Anger flowed inside her veins so hot and furious that her heart rate was probably spiking, her body burning to the touch two seconds away from being set on fire. She had even cursed and hadn’t noticed at all but her family had indeed heard it and weren’t sure how to intervene to stop this before things went too far. - You are quite capable of hurting me and you know it.

-You said you had forgiven me about that!

-I said we could move forward, not that I had forgiven you! I said I didn’t want to be scared of you, that I wanted to trust you and you just fucked up all the progress we had done!

-I kissed a girl, so what? It’s not as if I’ve fucked her, don’t make this a bigger deal than it has to be.

-No, you don’t need to fuck her when you have me to use and throw away like a tissue! And don’t you tell me this isn’t a big deal, it’s fucking huge and you know it. You are cheating on me!

-I’m not! It was a harmless kiss between friends.

-And the flowers? And the lunch? I wasn’t born yesterday Mariano. You think you are so smart, sweet talking an old lady into believing she can have your love when you clearly don’t give a shit about me! You came here claiming to love me Romeo and Juliet style when in reality you are nothing but a Don Juan, a womanizer who thinks he can be with other women because I’m so stupid to have welcomed you into my life after all the mistakes you’ve made!

-That’s not true! I love you, I truly do, Sofia means nothing to me, I kissed her as a thank you for having helped me. I’ve done everything for you and only you!

-STOP LYING TO ME! YOU TRICKED ME INTO SLEEPING WITH YOU, ALMOST RAPED ME IN MY OWN KITCHEN BECAUSE ACORDING TO YOU YOU DIDN’T KNOW WHAT YOU WERE DOING. ¡UNA MIERDA!

-I didn’t trick you! You asked me to be with you, I simply complied!

-WHILE YOU WERE GOING OUT WITH MY GRANDDAUGHTER!

-YOU ORDERED ME TO BE WITH YOU! DON’T BLAME IT ALL ON ME! AND MAYBE I SHOULD HAVE HAD YOU IN THE KITCHEN TO SHOW YOU THAT I’M THE ONLY ONE WHO WILL EVER LOVE YOU! I’M STILL HERE PUTTING UP WITH ALL YOUr SHIT WHEN I COULD HAVE HAD ANYONE!

-Don’t you dare head that way Mariano. Don’t you fucking dare.

-Why?! You want the truth, isn’t that what you are always telling me? Or do you want your truth?! I could have had anyone I wanted, I could have your daughters if I pleased, your granddaughters, anyone but I chose you and here you are telling me that I’m cheating on you!

-You kissed her!

-But I didn’t fuck her!

-What does it matter?! You still cheated for God’s sake! Why are you being like this?

-Why are you being like this?! It’s not important, what I did can’t be changed, simply move on Alma. We have something beautiful, don’t do this.

-Me?! I’m the one being unreasonable?! You are destroying this by pushing it all aside, grow up Mariano, the world is a horrid place and it won’t always play in your favour. You fucked up, admit it, don’t try to tell me that you didn’t do anything wrong when you were kissing a girl in public in the middle of the plaza for everyone to see!

-I won’t say it because I didn't do anything wrong. She was helping me and I simply thanked her! Don’t you think I know the world is shit? My parents left and never returned, you are not the only one who’s lost family, stop acting as if your losses are the only ones that matter. You lost your sister, so what?! No one knows who the fuck Eva is and will never know because you are too much a bitch to tell your own family that you had a sister all because of the stupid excuse that the world was bad to her and they don’t deserve her. She’s been buried for fifty fucking years, get over it! You lost Pedro, what good has it done to you the goddamn miracle? that stupid sacrifice maybe doen’t matter at all. Why do I have to kiss a dead man's ass when he’s done nothing but die! Your deaths don’t matter to the world, get that through your thick head and move on! I grew up without parents, stop being a bitch about your husband having been killed and all that shit because we- DON’T-CARE!

Time stood still with only the sound of Mariano’s heavy breathing filling the space of the courtyard, words echoing against the walls. They just stood there for several minutes before a strange sound shook them out of their stupor, eyes searching for what had caused the noise but it didn’t take them long to find the source; a deep long crack had appeared right underneath Alma’s feet making the house tremble as it spread through the tiles breaking them mercilessly. He had been so angry that his tongue had got the best of him and before he could register what he was saying he had told her all those terrible things watching in horror as her face switched from surprise to anger then to pain before settling in a neutral expressionless mask that made all his alarms go off. He had made mistakes, but in all this time he had never even thought of saying something like this to her, whether they were true or not, but today he had done something he was quite sure he would never be able to fix. He had told her as plain as day that the death of her beloved sister and husband who she had been honouring her entire life didn’t matter and she should forget about it all and carry on with her life because the rest of the world didn’t give a crap about it all even if they had a home thanks to her. For a minute he wished he could read her mind, see how deep the damage he had done run, but the instant the floor beneath him started trembling and her expressions practically flashes in the blink of an eye showing the crack beginning right on the spot where she was standing he understood he hadn’t simply hurt her; he had broken her.

Without warning his cheek suddenly started burning and stinging, Julieta’s arm raised high in the air with her palm a furious shade of red from having slapped him, the outline of her hand bright and angry on his pale flesh. The calm collected Julieta had inflicted pain on a person, the realisation that he hadn’t only been talking with Alma about her family but also about her children and grandchildren dawning on him as the energy around them started sparkling, Pepa’s eyes flashing yellow with the raw strength of her powers taking all her control away from her, a full electrical storm ruthlessly broke outside the house as much as inside, winds picking up at a speed that some of the animals Antonio hadn’t taken with him to his room when Dolores had took him away from the argument hardly being able to hang onto Isabela’s flowers. Julieta’s figure was pulled away from him, her eyes a bright shade of blue making the stinging sensation worse. The only one who simply stood behind his mother was Bruno, but his anger was visible in the way his eyes glowed green and his face was bathed in pure anger. That quiet show of power from his part scared him more than what his sisters were doing, Felix, Camilo, Luisa and Mirabel holding Pepa in place. Alma stared at him and if it weren’t for the new stream of tears that were cascading down her cheeks and the cracks that were spreading all over the house he would have believed her to be calm in his presence. She took a step towards him, just one before stopping on her tracks, hands in fists, knuckles white as snow.

-Get out.

-Alma, I’m-

-Get out. I don’t want to see you ever again. If you place a foot inside this house I’ll kill you with both my bare hands. This, what you've said, is the last straw. Go away and never return, leave me and my family alone because I swear that if I ever lay my eyes on you I’ll wire your neck like a chicken. Vete ahora mismo y no vuelvas, jamás.

Saying those words was the hardest thing she had done in her life and seeing the way he stepped backwards at her emotionless tone that at the same time spewed venom only added another knife to her already bleeding heart. She didn’t wait to see if he would actually leave, she stormed out of the courtyard towards her room with tears running down her cheeks in quiet cries hearing him wrestling to get to her calling out her name until the door slammed closed and everything became suffocating silence. Isabela’s vines had iron grips on his arms and legs but as much as he fought to set himself free they remained in place and as the girl walked towards the entrance the vines followed, the wind and rain bursting inside the house soaking everyone wet. He had expected her to bite at him, to pour slicing words at him but Isa didn't utter a single sentence, all she did was with a nod from her head watch as the plants threw him outside in the air until his back collided with the damp soil underneath him, in the distance the shape of Rosa coming up the path with Alma’s basket and what she had managed to safe from her shopping, but the house didn’t wait until the older lady had reached it, it closed it doors with a loud thump leaving everyone standing in confusion over broken tiles and deep cracks that shook them to their cores. They couldn’t lose Casita again, this time it would take Alma with it and they had worked too damn hard to be a happy family to let something like this destroy her, though as the house trembled once more they wondered if they were too late.

The door felt warm to the touch since Alma had both her palms resting on it, her knees buckling under her weight; she didn’t trust them to take her up to her room but as warm as the magic of her glowing door might feel she was freezing. Every bone in her body, every muscle even her veins felt like sharp ice that had exchanged her once human body to this weak crumbling thing that she couldn’t even control. Like gelatin she turned around pressing her back against the entryway looking with red puffy eyes at the stairs before her, an endless dark hallway that she feared she might never cross taking all her vision, but her feet were working on their own, she was no longer the owner of the body, just the broken soul that resided inside it and she didn’t have the strength to stop it or command it to not carry on. It had been childish to think that at her age a man like that would ever love her, he had an entire life ahead of him and she was reaching her twilight years, soon they would be celebrating her funeral instead of her birthday, she should have seen it, maybe the signs had indeed been there and she had just been too blind to acknowledge them, she couldn’t be sure but the only thing she had clear in her head was that she had fallen in love with a lie and it had backstabbed her to the point where she was alone once more. What could she give him? There was no way they would have ever had a family and all those promises that he had made to her now felt flimsy and empty, just another set of lies to add to their relationship. If he could go around kissing other women, how could she know whether his words were truly just for her?

The small flame from the candle flickered once or twice as she reached her bedroom, thin fractures extending all over her walls and ceiling but she paid them no mind, her hands had grabbed the first thing they had seen and had thrown it against a wall and the only thing Alma did was watch in slow motion as the vase shattered into a million tiny pieces. Somehow it only made her pain get worse and what had been a tiny black void of endless sorrow was now a black hole the size of the universe and it only expanded into the infinite confinements of the boundless continuous space swallowing her whole. Fingers twitching as if they had been electrocuted picked up another vase and with the strength of a god she threw it against another wall feeling the exhilarating way the anger and the pain mixed into a deep agony that she couldn’t control and wouldn’t control letting her hands do the work for her exhausted mind throwing things in the air that she didn’t register in the slightest. Over and over her fiery eyes chose another lifeless object to kill, watching like a masochist as it broke into a thousand little shards, a mirror image of how her heart was exploding each time a picture or a random object collided with the walls. Without thinking she bent to pick a pick a fallen photograph but upon grabbing it the broken glass sliced through the palm of her hand staining the edge of it with her crimson blood; at last her eyes focused on what she was holding to see that it was her wedding picture, Pedro’s face invisible under the broken glass, the frame chipped and ruined because of her hot sticky blood.

Something in her brain clicked then and all the euphoria that she had been feeling along with the blinding rage vanished, a tsunami of pain, remorse and agony washing over her body as she let go of the picture, knees finally giving out underneath her weight crashing over her soft carpet. If she had been crying before she hadn’t noticed until now feeling how her face was on fire, the salty droplet pooling on the neck of her blouse sobs rocking her body with such force that she couldn’t stay still. Down in the courtyard Agustín was trying to calm Julieta down while Felix and Camilo were more worried about not letting go of Pepa in case she went outside and killed Mariano remorselessly, Bruno nowhere to be seen since he had vanished into his tower as soon as his mother had left. Everyone was confused and angry, they had welcomed Mariano into the family forgetting about the doubts and all the signs that had warned them that it wasn’t a good idea and in the end this is what he had done to her, cheat like the scum he was. It wasn’t until the sound of the first object shattering that they rushed upstairs watching in absolute terror as the previous steady glow on Alma’s door flickered losing that light several times as the screams and sobs got louder and louder and then everything stopped, no sounds whatsoever. They pulled, pushed, kicked the door but it remained unmovable with only the thunderstorm and hurricane outside to fill the silence that had encircled them until that banshee-like scream filled the air all over the Encanto and the previous still cracks started spreading like wildfire.

The house was falling bit by bit but no one moved, only pulled harder on the door to get to Alma before it was too late. The fractures outside the house had stopped close to the bridge but now they run underneath the church and were getting closer to the plaza, Mariano watching in shock as his home shook and trembled at the pain Alma was experiencing, but he suspected it wasn’t just his doing, something in the back of his mind was telling him that a small part of this whole thing was her soul steaming all the grief she had kept locked up about her family and that had been his own selfish fault. Rosa stood behind him watching in fear as it all happened again feeling like a failure of having let him do this whole thing to her best friend; she had been right all along and it had been a bad idea from the minute she had seen them in the kitchen with his hand on Alma while she cried. Time hadn’t made it all go away or better by all means, it had only made him grow accustomed to having someone around that he knew would be there for him as he went around with other girls, she should have stopped her nieto from hurting her, they could have avoided all this from the start. Finally after several tries with a crowbar and Luisa’s fists pounding on the wood the door gave away, flying over the railing until it landed on the wet tiles of the courtyard, Julieta and Pepa practically levitating up the stairs to find the room completely destroyed and Alma in a corner with blood on her face that mixed with her tears staining her blouse that was beyond repair, the same face of despair she had had after watching Pedro being slaughtered resting on her worn features.

Hands were on her in under a minute but at the touch she recoiled hiding further into the shadows. An invisible wall surrounded Alma separating her from the outside world and the living nightmare of her own, forms and faceless figures dancing around her with shrilling laughs of mockery at her stupidity, spilling salt over her raw open wounds making her scream in her mind for any release of this agony that was suffocating her but they only joked and taunted her even more. Whatever her daughters were saying fell on deaf ears, the voices in her head were far too loud for her to hear anything but them and every time she blinked the image of a dead Mariano rising from the land of the dead to smirk at her and tell her repeatedly that he never loved her, that she was undeserving of such a thing only made the headache worse as if she was going to explode any minute, that was of course until a hand collided with her cheek and suddenly the world of shadows and loud painful laughs was gone. It was silent at last and what her eyes were seeing were no longer mockeries of her nightmares but real people that kneeled before her crying in worried tones as they asked her if she was alright. What a question, if she was alright. Had she ever been? Maybe she had tricked herself into believing her life was perfect because she knew everything was but a curtain of smoke that covered her true self: small, cowering in a corner just like she was doing at the moment. A weak laugh escaped her lips, low and sinister at what Julieta was asking her, after all she was bleeding from the cut on her palm as much as she was bleeding from within her chest, how can anyone be fine when they’ve been lied to and cheated on? What had made her believe she could ever have something similar to what she had shared with Pedro so late in life with someone as childish and heartless as Mariano? He would have married Dolores without even thinking whether he would have made her happy or not only to get to Alma; he was a manipulative son of a bitch that didn’t deserve her in the slightest, but that didn’t mean she did deserve to be punished this way.

The tears wouldn’t stop flowing and slowly her brain seemed to be registering what they were talking about, word by word her mind formed the simple sentences. They were long done with the questions, she was in no state whatsoever to answer anything harder than whether she’d like a cup of coffee or not and even then she feared she would have lost the ability to speak after such a display of screams, they simply talked to her reminding her that she was Alma Madrigal, that she couldn’t let a stupid boy like him do this to her, she had been through too much to let heartbreak defeat her, and as pretty as the words were it didn’t feel as easy to walk pass it all in her heart, it was torture to have all those memories of their wonderful dates and presents, their private jokes and the taste of his lips still on hers; they were building a house por Dios! A home they had created between the two of them that would never be finished and all those dreams they had once thought of and shared with each other would only be added to the graveyard of unfulfilled goals and fantasies like every little moment in her life. They pitied her, they didn’t need to say it for her to know, after all the way Agustín’s eyes gleamed in the light of the candle with a soft veil of sadness that he didn’t even try to hide, the fool, well maybe he wasn’t the fool here, he was happily married to the love of his life while Alma was sitting on the cold floor crying over a boy after fifty years of being a widow. Que imbecil. She could have had the world, she thought she would have a different life, that she would be a different woman but who was she kidding, she was but an old lady whose ship had sailed fifty years ago; she had forced herself to see new boats over the waters only to find herself sinking into the cold ocean, drowning after having jumped into a fantasy that she had been the only one to see.

Two strong arms lifted her off the floor, curtains being drawn to let in what little light they could still see coming through Pepa’s thick dark clouds. Alma hadn’t seen all the destruction up until now, her room was a complete mess with glass and porcelain all over the floor and bed, feathers sticking to their shoes from where she had ripped the pillows, her wardrobe half open with some of her dressed thrown on the floor; thankfully Agustín had examiend them and determined they were intact, maybe a button or two were missing or there were small tears on the hems, but nothing that couldn’t be fixed. The scent of lilies filled her nostrils as her head rested on the shoulder of her nineteen year old granddaughter; she didn't want to see where they might be taking her, she was too tired, head pounding at the sight of the light in the hallway once they had emptied her room. Alma hadn’t fought them, she was dead weight in her nieta’s arms and as much as she wanted to be put down so she could return to her corner she couldn’t find anything inside her to voice her choices, her wants. She actually couldn’t find her voice. Julieta’s footsteps differed from where Alma was going, flying towards the kitchen after having talked with her sister in hushed tones not that their mother would have tried to communicate with them let alone listen to what they were talking. Pepa’s room was close by and the woman had refused to let her mother stay with anyone but herself, so Felix had agreed to stay with Antonio so she could stay with her mother or the carcass of who used to be Alma Madrigal, right now she was but a ghost of her former self with pale sunken skin and red puffy eyes holding onto the fabric of Luisa’s blouse with weak fingers that were barely touching it. Wherever Alma was both her daughters knew she was in too much pain to come out of her shell just yet, they only hoped to get her back soon enough.

All the cracks in the village were dissipating now that her tears had become silent rivers streaming down her face, not a sob or whimper in sight, her throat sore and raw from screaming. It eased Mariano’s worry but Rosa knew better than to trust this, she had been too close to the woman to know that Alma was hiding it all inside her, locking it away. Inside Casita the fractures were another story; they weren’t as deep as before but they were still there visible through every inch of the building and as much as Isa, Mira, Luisa and Camillo tried to make it better they got no reaction from her, she had dissociated and was far away from the land of the living at the moment sitting on the covers of Pepa’s bed. They had been barely five minutes inside the room when Julieta came in with a cup of strong lavender tea steam floating lazily over the hot liquid. It had worked after that breakdown she had had months ago, she only hoped to cure the cut as well since it was still bleeding dripping on the floor rhythmically. Drop. Drop. Drop. With the help of Pepa they got her to take a couple of sips, Alma’s eyes growing heavy after a couple of minutes, a pink scar forming on her hand before it was substituted by flawless skin as if nothing had happened although her blood stained clothes spoke of a different story. Her body grew heavy and her already darkened mind became a blank void of no thoughts as she slumped into Pepa’s arms before she was carefully laid on her back chest rising and falling with each breath she took. This was their fault as much as Mariano, they felt that they should have watched him more, that they should have been around him more often to avoid things like this but the happiness their mother had felt had clouded their minds and so the fairytale had turned into a horror story where the killer had infatuated his victim and was now murdering her slowly without even touching her just like the professional heartbreaker he was. Just because he hadn’t been holding a weapon in one hand and her sliced heart in the other didn’t mean he hadn’t killed her.

Everything had happened so fast that the cloud of confusion was still hovering over the house, they had been fine up until that moment in the village that only Alma had seen, but apparently he had kissed someone, after all the things they had done to build their relationship he had cheated on her. Her frame looked weak and old, worn by all the crying and screaming, and even in her sleep Pepa could see that the pained expression wouldn’t leave her features, the wrinkles defined by her ruined makeup because for some reason she had woken up today feeling like she wanted to impress him. What an idea it had all been, but if she hadn’t seen it Julieta would have and then her daughter would have had to go around wondering what was best for Alma, whether to tell her the truth or keep it all hidden. Another what if to add to the endless list of possibilities. A knock on the doorframe startled the redhead who with a few stray tears still falling down her cheeks and the clouds above her head raining heavily turned to see Julieta and Bruno signalling her to follow them. It wasn’t much of a choice but a silent order and hesitantly she stood up from the chair Felix had brought her glancing at the sleeping form of their mother before closing the door. Down in the courtyard Alma’s door laid in sharp shards of wood, her figure lifeless as it rested over the tiles as a sign of what had transpired there just a few minutes earlier, the entryway to Alma’s room free of any sort of gate showing a deep dark hallway. They moved aside from Pepa’s door towards the stairs until Bruno held both his sisters' wrists, stopping them on their tracks.

-Do you understand what just happened?

-Sort of. I was busy trying not to electrocute him but it doesn’t take a genius to figure it out. Where are the children?

-In their rooms. Luisa and Isa were very anxious so Agustín took the pot up to their rooms after I made mamás cup. Dolores as far as I know is with Antonio and Mira and Camilo I have no idea. They were there one minute and the next they had disappeared.

-Mira helped me figure something out and Camilo accompanied her. I just sent them to their rooms so I could talk with you both in private. Mamá won’t wake for several hours right?

-Minimum six. Why? Is everything alright Bruno?

-Did you see something? - even if he hadn’t answered with words the way his eyes sparkled was all they needed.

-I did. I had the same vision I told Dolores about when she was little.

-You had a vision about my daughter?

-No, I had the same vision but it has nothing to do with her, I don’t think it ever did. She wanted to know if she would end up with the love of her life and I said no, but what I didn’t know was who he was going to end up with. Back then the figure was faceless.

-What’s changed then?

-I can see who he’s going to marry now, Juli. There are two options, if I tilt the vision to one side I see a stranger but if I tilt it in the opposite direction I see mamá in the church marrying Mariano.

-There’s a possibility they might get over this? You’ve seen her Juli, she’s in no state to even see him without having a mental breakdown.

-That’s all I can tell you. I tried to see more but everything’s blurry and confusing and I think it’s because of what mamá is feeling right now. This vision is linked to her and it's only her who can make the choice and make it go one way or another.

-Well, it won’t be today. Even if she were awake I wouldn’t allow it, she needs rest and time just like we all do, you understand right Pepa?

-So what do we do then, just wait? Seems like a waste of a good vision to me.

-Bruno, we have to let her tackle this whoever she wants or whoever she can. We should wait until she’s fully awake tomorrow to see where we stand and make a plan.

-Pepa, our plans never work.

-No, our plans don’t but Juli’s do. You are in charge of telling us what we have to do to fix this. Have in mind that the best might not be for them to have a happy ending.

-We’ll see. I ought to go down to Rosa’s place to get the basket and do the shopping.

-I’d go with you but I don't think mamá should be left alone. Your tea might not be strong enough to keep the nightmares at bay. I’ll have Dolores look out for you just in case though and tell Bruno to go to the rescue if necessary.

-Perfecto, until then we must keep the children away from mamá and just simply wait.

What no one had seen was that Dolore’shead had been poking out of Antonio’s room listening intensely to what they were saying, some voices in the distance mixing with those inside the house and so like a mouse she slipped out and entered her own bedroom in complete silence running towards her balcony to listen to that third set of sounds that came from the village. It took her a minute to find Mariano’s voice and that of his abuela but soon enough she was hearing every word they were sharing, putting the missing pieces of the puzzle in their rightful place. He repeated several times to his abuela that he wasn’t cheating, that he would never do that and that the kiss had been just a symbol of gratitude but she wanted more, she needed to know exactly why he had allowed it. Rosa followed the same train of thought and after he answered the question with a simple it's a secret he finally gave up and told her that he had asked her to help him practise with him what he was going to do and say to Alma because… Dolores blinked several times trying to process his words slowly, almost forgetting to continue listening, not that she would have heard anything, Rosa was as much in shock as she was. He had asked for Sofia’s help because he was planning on proposing to Alma and no one in the family had been free today so he had asked a friend to give him a hand. If what Bruno had said was true and it probably was, Alma had been destined to be with him since Mariano had been a child, fate had been planning this since he had been born and they were one second away from losing it all. Regardless of the kiss that shouldn’t have happened Dolores didn’t want her abuela to live the rest of her life sitting in a corner crying for the love that could have been and never was. The little wheels in her head were already turning formulating a master plan to fix this all in a much quicker and better way than anything her mother, tio and tia might come up with but she needed the help of the master matchmaker herself, and something told her Rosa would be down for it if her silence was anything to trust at the moment.

#alma madrigal #abuela madrigal #encanto #dolores madrigal #bruno magridal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #mariano guzman #señora guzmán #disney

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erwinsn1simp · 3 years ago

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It Happened During the Fall - Chapter One

Warnings: GORE, it is a twd fic after all. language.

Its the beginning of the fall, Theo and her husband Erwin found a group to settle with.

“I have stood here before inside the pouring rain, With the world turning circles running 'round my brain…”

softly played on the radio as she pulled up to the McDonald’s drive-through window. Her head was turned as she reached into her purse grabbing her card, and when she looked at the window she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

Blood.

Everywhere.

The poor worker was covered in blood and had chunks of flesh missing. Her right eye was hanging down, her neck completely torn open. How could someone be alive like this? “Ma’am... Are you okay?” Before she could even think of calling the police to help her the girl tried launching herself into the car. “Fuck no.” She yelled and sped off, speeding to her shared home.

As she drives home she witnesses a man with similar injuries as the girl, chewing on the intestines of another man. Her eyes were locked onto him and when she was finally able to look back at the road she slammed on her brakes. Her car skids to a halt in front of a teenage boy that looked far worse than dead.

Before she could even think of what to do another man ran and bashed his head in with a crowbar. The force from the man gave her enough room to get past them, and without hesitation, that’s what she did.

It only took her a minute to get back to her home and to her relief, her street looked to be doing okay. Her husband’s car was parked in the driveway, the driver’s door wide open. She left the car running before she rushed inside. “Erwin?!” She yelled out and a familiar voice responded, “Theo?” The blonde man came running towards her and pulled her into a bone-crushing hug. “Oh thank god, I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.” He said before pulling away and kissing her cheek.

“We have to get out of here.” She says and Erwin nodded, handing her a bag. “You grab as much food as you can and I’ll get the clothes.” She says and rushes off to their shared room. She stuffed as many pieces of clothing into her bag before grabbing the blanket off their bed and loading it into her truck.

Erwin ran out and handed her the bags of food. “I’ll do one more sweep to see if we need anything else then we can get the hell out of here, okay?” He reassured her and she nodded, getting the car situated. As he rushed back in she thought about how lucky she was that she just filled her tank with gas.

After Erwin threw another huge back into the back seat, Theo took off. At first, they were driving aimlessly in silence until he had the sense to try the radio. Static burst from the speaker, a quiet voice saying something about Atlanta. “Are they saying to go there or to stay away..?” she muttered to herself, ignoring countless people begging for help. After he fiddled with the station for a bit the voice was now way more clear.

“Atlanta is safe….” was all that was said before the radio was completely taken over by static. Erwin sighs, “We should head there then, just be really cautious.” and Theo nods her head. “I think that might be our best bet.” She says with a forced smile. He smiles back at her and opens the glove box, pulling out a cd holder. Her forced smile turns into a real one, she loves music. The beginning of sex on fire started and everything felt okay. “This won’t last long, I’m positive.” She says before merging onto the highway.

She could hear her husband's breath as she lay beside him on the extremely uncomfortable ground. Her eyes trained on the mesh that protects them from the outside elements, her mind racing. She hadn't been able to sleep well since the walkers came, she would sleep for a couple of hours and then wake up at around 3 am. Of course, it was just an estimate, she never actually knew what time it was. When she was asleep, she would have nightmares of the girl she first saw. She would see her in vivid detail, the fresh blood pooling out of her torn flesh. The skin in between her teeth, a sign of her feeding. She would also see all the people she passed on her way to Atlanta. They begged her for help and she kept driving. She felt like a monster. She wished it was back to normal, that it was all just a huge nightmare but, she never seemed to wake up.

She sighed and rolled over so she was facing Erwin, eyes scanning over his face. “You alright?” He softly muttered and tightened his grip on her, his eyes not yet opening. “I didn’t mean to wake you, love, don't worry about me.” She leans up and presses a light kiss against the tip of his nose before burying her face into his chest. He kisses the top of her head and rubs her back. “I was already awake.”

They sat there in comfortable silence for a while before Theo speaks up, “Do you want to go sit by the water?” She looks up at him. He smiles and flashes his icy eyes, “I was hoping you’d ask.” and with that, the pair got up and headed out towards the water. They made sure they were quiet, sleep was a rarity in this era and they didn't want to rob anyone of that luxury. Theo layed out the blanket for them and had Erwin lay down first, herself following soon after, her head laying on his chest.

“Wow..” She says, her eyes lighting up with wonder. The sky was filled with stars that she had never been able to see before. “It's beautiful isn't it?” He asked with a large smile. This was the first moment of peace they had for the past month. When it all went down they met a group of people that they have stuck with. It was something the two of them were very grateful for, although she had a bad feeling about a couple of people.

“When was the last time you’ve seen stars like this?” His voice was like velvet to her ears. “When I was living in Michigan. I never thought I’d get to see these like this again. At least not any time soon.” She almost felt like a kid again.

Almost.

“Do you think this will ever end?” Her voice was wobbly, the stars no longer distracting her from her thoughts. He thought for a moment before answering, “I don’t know love. We’ll never know until it does if it does. All we can do is keep pushing, keep living for each other. I’ll always be here for you, I promise that.” She tried to blink away the tears that were trying to escape her eyes. He couldn’t promise her that, no one could. No one knew how long they had left. It was an empty promise. She sighs and turns on her side, pushing her face into the crook of his neck. “I love you.” That was all she could croak out. “I love you.” He responded with a kiss on the top of her head.

Theo doesn’t know when she fell asleep but, it was the best she has ever felt when waking up. Thankfully they woke up before everyone else so no one was able to tease her, well, almost everyone. “Goodmorning Theo, Erwin,” Dale says with a smile. “Morning Dale!” The two of us said in unison. “You on watch today?” She asked and stopped for a second. “Yeah, as usual. I can use some company if you’re not busy.” He invited, she nodded her head yes. Dale was one of the few people she felt fully comfortable with. She loved the conversations they would have. “I’ll sit with you until it's time to leave for the run.” She says before heading back to the tent, entering it to see Erwin without his shirt.

She smiles and dropped the blanket onto the floor before closing the tent behind her. She wraps her arms loosely around his neck and gets on her tiptoes to pull him into a kiss. His hands gripped onto her waist, one slipping down to squeeze her ass. She giggles into the kiss before pulling away. “Someone's needy.” She teased. He rolls his eyes before going in for another kiss, she pulls away before he can. She doesn't say anything before undressing and putting on new clothes. He huffs and shakes his head. “You are the biggest tease, you know that?” He groans before pulling on a new shirt. “I know.” She said with a smug smile, and went to leave the tent, before she could she felt a smack right on her ass. “You’ll pay for that later.” He said simply and she just rolled her eyes before heading out.

“How are you doing?” Dales's voice rang out as she climbed the ladder on the RV. “Ah, as good as I can while dead people are roaming around. You?” She sits down next to him on a plastic chair. “I guess that was a stupid question.” He says with a little chuckle. “I haven’t been able to sleep. All I can see is all the people we left behind when it all first started.” She confessed, looking over at him. “That just means you’re human Theo, that you have a conscious. But, I want you to remember this okay? That you did what you thought was right, to keep you and your husband safe. That's all we can do now.” she felt a little bit of the weight on her shoulders lift a bit. “Thank you, Dale, I needed that reminder.” He pats her shoulder with a smile.

They sat there for a bit in peace, the birds were chirping away and the morning air was fresh. It was a beautiful start for the day, clouds lightly scattered in the brilliantly blue sky. “How did the two of you meet?” Dale asks and she smiles. “We are high school sweethearts, we met sophomore year. We instantly became best friends and at the beginning of our junior year he asked me on a date.” her head turns to him, “We got engaged almost immediately after we graduated and a year after that we got married. We’ve been married now for thirteen years.”

“I would've never guessed that you guys were married for that long.” He says with a shocked expression. “That's amazing, I'm glad the two of you have been with each other for so long.” her eyes trailed over to see Erwin sitting at the table with Carl. “I got really lucky, didn’t I?” Her voice was full of adoration as she watched Carl laugh at whatever her husband said to him. “I think you both got lucky. You’re both great people.”

The rest of the morning was full of stories, stories about moments between you and Erwin. Dale shared stories of his wife Irma. It was a peaceful morning, one she needed before she had to go out on a run into the city. She stood and stretched out her limbs and thanked Dale for the wonderful conversation. She headed down and joined the circle of people talking about how everything was going to go down. She caught her husband's eyes from across the circle, his gaze was full of worry, he didn’t want her to go. They had a million conversations leading up to today but she never caved, she wanted to be useful to the group. She knew how to handle a weapon, a perk of growing up in a small town in Michigan, so she wanted to put her skills to use. She understood why he wouldn’t want her to go but, he’d have to deal.

She left the group to grab her bags and Erwin grabbed onto her arm lightly before she could claim her spot in the front seat of the car. “Are you sure you can handle this love?” He asked her one last time and she nodded. “I know you’re worried but, I can do this. I promise.” He looks at her for a second, looking for a reason to make her stay but he couldn’t find one. She smiles and pecks his lips before sitting in the passenger seat.

This was going to be interesting.

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Tags: @antoxsmith

#this literally took me two months #because i never have any motivation #au erwin smith #the walking dead fanfiction #erwin in twd #twd #twd erwin #dale twd

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themarvellouswriter · 5 years ago

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WIN MY HEART

Pairing: Winston Duke x Reader

Words: 2.6k

Summary: Winnie and the reader are acting buddies and things get a little heated up after a movie premiere.

Genres: Smut. Porn with plot.

A/N: If this gets enough notes, I may write a part two but for now enjoy! Also, I’ve marked where smut begins and ends (if you’re looking for fluff).

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You took a deep breath and pushed open the car door. You were met with blinding flickers of light. You smiled flashing your pearly whites to the crowd. The noise surrounding you grew louder. You stood up revealing a smooth expanse of your leg.

The gold material of your dress fluttered flatteringly and you seemed to glow under the lights. You waved at the paparazzi as you walked towards the venue where your latest movie was about to premiere. You waited at the door as you answered a few questions about it. Your answers matched your excitement. “I can’t wait for everyone to watch this! Its going to be amazing!!” You gushed, face warm.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a limousine stop. Winston Duke stepped out. He was dressed in a vivid green suit with a polka dotted shirt. He stood tall and gave everyone a dazzling smile. He had your heart racing and blood pumping in your ears. You both had been good friends for a few years now and you had fallen completely head over heels for him sometime. This was your second film together and both of you had been thrilled at the opportunity to work together again.

He engulfed you in a hug as he reached you. You smiled up at him and answered a few more questions and headed inside.

Your arms were linked as you made your way to your seats which were next to each other, both of you being the main leads. You settled down comfortably as you waited for the movie to begin. You were playing the morally dubious villain to his self righteous hero. Your mind drifted back to the table read, your characters had complemented each other’s perfectly and the official shoot had started just a few days later. Right now, it was more elbow touching and knee brushing which was keeping you distracted. Little did you know, you had a similar effect on him.

You forced yourself to focus on the screen, just in time to see yourself execute a flawless backflip off the roof of the building you were in. You watched as you hit the water, secretly impressed by your skills. You personally felt that the scene had been impossible to shoot because you knew you had the strength of a newborn. You had cried after messing it up for what felt like the millionth time. Winston had been there to brush away your tears and had comforted you by bringing your favourite ice cream by your trailer. The next time you shot it, it had gone over beautifully. You treated him to dinner and the smile he’d given you afterwards had made your day.

The scene cut to Winston’s surprised and mildly impressed expression as he peered over the edge. “You did good. I think its my favourite scene so far,” he murmured from beside you, careful to not disturb the others watching. You squeezed his arm in response.

Eventually the movie ended and the crowd began to clear out, after offering their congratulations. Next was a dinner with the cast and crew to celebrate. Winston and you had been separated sometime ago and now your gaze kept drifting to where he was supposed to be. You mingled with your friends from the movie before being led out to dinner.

You found yourself next to Winston at the dinner table again. It held about fifteen people, closely sitting together. Much more close than you would’ve thought. Every single time either of you moved, the other could feel it. You tried to keep your fidgeting to a minimum but you were getting tired.

It took you a while to realise that while you’d been maintaining a cheery conversation with one of your producer friends to you right, you had stopped feeling Winston moving. You discretely turned your head to find his arm on the back of your chair. You hid a smile and continued making conversation.

As dinner wrapped up and everyone headed out, you approached Winston, offering to walk him back to his hotel. He agreed and you both left the venue together. His hotel was not far so you reached there shortly. You both stared at each other for a moment before you leaned in to press a soft kiss to his cheek.

Pulling away, you noticed how his eyes moved to your lips. Suddenly, a wave of confidence flooded you (mostly due to the way too many glasses of wine you’d had) and you kissed him. As quickly as you had, you brain seemed to short circuit and you pulled back horrified. “Oh crap, Winnie. I’m sorry. I -” You were cut off by him pulling you flush against his body and kissing you deeply.

You rested your arms on his shoulders and kissed back. Hard. It rough, messy and sloppy. Teeth involved and not every well practiced. Any director would be ashamed to see such a kiss happening. You didn’t care. Apparently, Winston didn’t either. He merely gripped your waist tighter. You lost yourself in it and were growing almost dizzy with the lack of air. Finally, both of you parted, foreheads resting against each other. Your eyes were closed, and you didn’t dare to open them afraid that he was going to slip out of your arms any second. “I’ve been wanting to do that for ages,” he said, his voice slightly husky. “You and me both.” You force yourself to look at him in the eyes. He looks like he’s glowing, the lights behind casting a halo over him, Slightly rumpled clothes and his lips stained with your lipstick. You laugh. He smiles. “I’ve got your lipstick on me, don’t I?” You murmur a yes. He smiles wider as he pulls you into another bruising kiss.

“Come up.”

“Now?”

“Yes. I can’t wait any more.”

“Neither can I.”

You don’t know how you made it to his room. You’re fairly certain that the sight of two A – listers making out like there is no tomorrow would’ve startled anyone. You feel yourself pressed against the wall, Winston laying feverish kissed on your jaw, neck and everywhere else. You gaze dazedly, making sure that the door is locked. As if sensing your question, Winston pulls the handle. It doesn’t budge.

You turn your attention to him. He’s looking at you like you hung the moon, the stars and then some. You turn bashful and distract him by pulling off his blazer. Your heart is hammering away in your chest and given Winston’s proximity you’re sure he can feel it too.

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His mouth is back on yours as he leads you towards the bed. You accidentally hip check a wayward table or chair but you can’t be bothered to look. Winston has your entire heart and soul and mind in his hands and you’re way beyond the point of caring.

His fingers deftly pull down the zip of your dress and it falls from your shoulders. Your brain is unable comprehend all what he’s doing, just vague flashes of passion as his mouth finds a particularly sweet spot on you clavicle or as his fingers gently graze an erogenous zone on your body.

You’re breathing hard as you slip out of your dress. You fumble with his shirt buttons and he pulls it off his head, separating only for a moment before his attention is back on you. You’re growing heady with desire as you undo his belt. He has you against the bed as you fall, the backs of your knees hitting the frame. His trousers pool around his ankles as he steps out. He’s towering above you.

Your pupils are blown as you drink in the sight of Winston’s half naked body. His underwear leaving nothing to imagination. Heat floods your body as you prop yourself up on your elbows and pull him down by the slim chain around his neck. He wedges a knee between your legs as he bends down and starts kissing up your sternum. One of your hands is on the back of his neck and the other is tracing patterns on his broad chest. You run your fingers through his close cropped hair and feel him lean into your touch.

He nips the delicate skin at the base of your neck as you arch your back, giving him access to remove your bralette. His fingers move with ease as his hand glides across your now bare back. You lightly tug his head and lay soft kisses on his mouth. He pulls himself forward, his knee now rubbing against your heat. You reach and pull off the last garment separating your bare chest from his.

His black eyes seem indecipherable as they stare at you, in all your glory.

“Stop.”

“Stop what?”

“Staring at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like I’m the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen.”

“How can I when you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen?”

You let his words wash over you. The giddiness of a schoolgirl in love is almost too much for you to bear. You kiss him like you’ve never kissed before. This one is harder, rougher and passionate. He’s kissing you like you’ve never been kissed before. His hold on you is gentle yet firm. Like you’re delicate, one wrong move and you’ll break in his hands.

His hands move lower to rid you of your final piece of clothing. Warm hands on your hips, slowly pulling the material down. Not wanting to be the only one who’s naked, you pull his down too. You rest your hands on his hips, areas marred by stretch marks. He stiffens above you. Sensing his slight insecurity, you give him a reassuring smile.

“All of you is perfect. Not just the face everyone loves. All of you. You’re perfect.”

The change is immediate. His movements are more confident than before. He’s big and in desperate need of release and as much as both of you are enjoying the gentle caresses and languid kisses, you wish for him to move so you can feel him everywhere. You wrap your legs around his waist.

“Please. More.”

“For you, anything.”

He has you by the waist and moves lower. His breathing is uneven, as affected by you as you are by him. It gives you an incredible amount of satisfaction knowing that he feels what you feel for him. He peppers kisses on your inner thighs. You bite back a moan as he bites the joint of your thigh and hip. He mouth is now dangerously close to your sex and the warm breaths he’s leaving is only making your senses rush into overdrive.

His mouth has made way to your folds. You close your eyes at the wave of pleasure that is consuming your body, his tongue doing wonderful things to you. Your head is spinning with his burning touch. His hands were cool but against your hot skin, they felt like ice. Your skin feels like it is on fire as you clench your fingers in the sheets.

You feel him push a finger inside you and your body shudders in response.

“If you’re going to take me, I need to prep you well.”

He pushes another finger and your body is akin to a tightly coiled spring. You’re a withering mess under him, desperate gasps leaving your mouth.

“If you’re going for torture, it’s working. Just move.”

He’s now three fingers in and you’re resisting the urge to very rudely tell him to move faster.

By the time he’s four fingers in, your words are a garbled mess of his name. You feel tears prick at the corner of your eyes. He’s lightly biting the underside of your jaw and in the back of your mind you think that maybe there’ll be a hickey there tomorrow.

Winston’s breathing is now slower. Understanding that he wants to take deep breaths with him, you follow his lead. Your mind clears and everything comes back into focus. More or less.

He pulls out and you whimper at the loss of contact. You feel him smile against the side of your neck as his sex enters your body. You feel the stretch burning your entire body. You’re secretly grateful that he took his time but now you want him to move.

“Move. Please for the love god, move.”

A laugh escapes him as he brushes a wayward strand of hair from your face. The hand on your back is pressing firmly you against him. He shifts slightly and you moan your approval in his ear. It seems snap something in him because he’s now pushing his entire length inside you, making you nearly weep in pleasure.

Time doesn’t exist because all you can think of is Winston. He uses his other hand you interlace your fingers and grip your delicate hand in his much larger one. He’s breathing hard as he slowly begins thrusting into you. Long, slow movements which make you want to scream.

“I won’t break.”

“I know. You’re too strong to break.”

He picks up the pace, spurred on by your broken words of encouragement. The faint night light from the windows make him look ethereal and for a moment you wonder if all this just a fever dream.

But then you see Winston smile at you and squeeze your hand and you realise that this is real. He’s real. And the fact that you’re completely at his mercy is also real. And a very large part of you enjoys it.

Winston is practiced. He knows what he’s doing. He knows what is going to make you feel good and it driving you up the wall. Being so close to your release but just not there. A tear slips from your eyes and within seconds, its wiped away.

“I know you’re close. Do it for me.”

With one last, powerful thrust, you’re like putty under him. Your back is arched and head thrown back as a strong, overwhelming orgasm takes over you. You’re repeating his name like a mantra and that is all it takes for him to come undone shortly after.

You both collapse next to each other, hands still interlaced.

“I’d say let’s go for round two but I don’t think I can handle it.”

He lets out a breathy laugh which has you feeling all types of ways.

“To be honest, neither can I. This was good. Extremely good.”

You both don’t bother clearing up the mess you’ve made, too caught up in each other to care.

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You wake up alone. Winston’s spot beside you is cool. You panic thinking he left but then you hear the shower running. He appears at the bathroom door, in just a towel, having heard you sit up.

“Well?”

“Well what?”

“Are you going to join me for a shower or are we going to waste water by taking two showers?”

You smile and let the sheets fall away from your body as you make your way towards him. He can’t his eyes off you as he admires every inch, every curve, every imperfection.

You press a warm kiss to his mouth, not in the least bit concerned about morning breath. You then press your entire body against his, making him moan.

“Well then. What’re you waiting for?”

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junipedia · 4 years ago

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OK SO HERES THE FIRST 2 CHAPTERS I KNOW THEYRE NOT GREAT BUT ITS FINE

Hunting season

Dull. This day feels dull. I mean that’s how Oregon weather usually is, grey thick clouds layered over the sky like a weighted blanket threatening to fall with water at any moment. Heavy underbrush making the already crowded woods feel even more claustrophobic. Sneakers seeming to sink further into the wet moss with every step like the woods itself was trying to reclaim you. The snap of a twin you'd hear every once and awhile filling your imagination with every reason besides a rational one as to what it could have been. As unsettling as the woods here are, they bring a sense of comfort and peace like even if something was watching you out there it had no fowl intent with you. Night on the other hand was when those vicious creators came out to prowl. Those snaps of trees turning into something that could be hunting you, chasing you. The paths you thought you knew so well turning into a maze of inkyblack darkness that's reaching out for you…

The snapping sound was louder today than it usually was. My face pointed towards the tops of the dying trees, half expecting to see something looking back at me but just being met with a flock of geese flying overhead. The snapping started up suddenly, whipping my face back down to eye level trying to see through the thick ferns and weeds. It sounded like a bulldozer headed straight for me. “Oh my fucking god, Athena” i let out the heaviest sigh of relife once I saw the fluffy tail zig-zagging around. I stood upright and rubbed my face, someone must have let her out after I had already left. The only way back to the house was the way I had come. Which was a steep forgotten road that always seemed to stay a bit to be taken care of for being abandoned. Athena rushed past me hitting the breaks when she got to the bottom of the hill. She stopped though her always wagging tail stopping and dropping in between her legs. I stopped. She only ever did that if she was scared or was seeing something she didn't like. I just stood and watched her. If there truly was a threat there she would let me know, show some sign that the area was suddenly dangerous. it couldn't have been a person because if that was the case she would have started barking. In less than a minute her tail was back up and she was trotting away like she was only seconds ago.

“That's a big dog” perched between the underbrush a person sat hunched over making intense eye contact with the canine. He dealt with big dogs but he'd usually know about them beforehand. Well, it wasn't like he DIDN'T know about Athena. He'd been out here watching this family for a while now. He didn't have any tv or media so he liked watching the family's he was camped near for however long he was staying. He'd been in these woods for a while playing cat and mouse with the hunting dogs that the people on this hill owned. Watching this family was the only source of entertainment. He thought it was funny how they argued almost exactly how his family would have, the only reason it was different was that instead of these parents holding it against each other they would sweep it under the carpet only to let it bubble over and resurface in later conversations. The oldest was the most fun to watch. Seeing how each day she drove herself into the ground trying to be the best for everyone just to let them down like she had feared. He thought her name was ironic because it held so much truth, she was just a scared little bunny adopted by wolves trying to also just be a wolf. He stared back at the dog waiting for it to do something. He'd actually grown fond of the pooch so it brought a sliver of warmth when she didn't bark or snarl at him.

“Athena!” I walked to join her, giving her a scratch behind the ears. She wasn't acting strange anymore meaning whatever had spooked her must have left before i could see it.

Walking away I popped my knuckles against the opposing hand.

Pop crackle snap

I stopped, those were cracking joints but. Not my joints. I turned back in the direction id came from. Athena was already long gone from the house so if something was there I'd have to see for myself. I raised my hand up near my face pressing down on one of my fingers until it let out a loud pop. I waited but sure enough a louder crack came from in front of me somewhere. Hesitantly taking steps forward i'd let out a pop only for it to be followed by a louder more aggressive one. I crouched down thinking it could have been in the trees. I brought my hand to my chin and turned it, letting out a chorus of snaps.

Silence. A slow breath escaped me from relief that is until a grotesque song of crunches and bones grinding together. I turn my heaad my eyes meeting with wide crazed one frantically trying to focus on me but the spastic movemts of its shoulders and neck making it hard to look at one thing. I couldn't even make a noise, i knew there was a homeless camp near my house but i had never actually seen any of them. It grabbed my shoulders so tight it was painful. My back hitting the ground causing the air to slip out of my lungs. Its shoulders were still rapidly moving as it pressed its hand around its jaw covering my mouth. My hands shot up and tried to push at its face and chest. I didn't know what to do. It was on me weighing me to the ground. The hoodie it had on covering its body type hiding how strong it could really be. There was nothing i could do, it was obviously stronger than me.

Something must have switched in my brain to say “move idiot if you don't you'll probably die in these woods” I opened my mouth as wide as i could, biting down on the top of its hand. Blood seeping into my teeth and gums. The strong taste of iron filled my mouth as I heard the crunch of the bone I had hit. A mixture of saliva and blood pooling out of my mouth all around and down my chin. It didn't move, didn't even flinch.

Bears trap

He panicked. What else was he going to do, his tics had ever reacted that badly before to someone else's. He held her down, his hand almost covered half her face. He tried to tilt his head to look at her but it just came off as more jerks and pulls from his muscles`just like a bunny” he thought, if he moved his hand just right it could break her in just an instinct. Just like that she’d be gone. His thoughts were interrupted by the crunching of his hand. He watched her try and basically chew her way away from him. “The bunni thinks she's a wolf now” he watched her for a second again before taking his other hand and picking up a good sized rock.

“This is it” I watched him raise the rock, tightly closing my eyes. The only thing I felt was an extreme headache before I just went numb and limp.

“Why is it so cold” was my first thought when I started coming again. Sitting up the familiar sound of a tent zipper opening caught my attention. I tried to sit up and got trapped in the thin sleeping bag I had been in.This was the first time I had seen him at least somewhat up right. He was at least a foot taller than me, leaning into the tent like he was the one cautious of me. He crawled into the tent looking at me, his eyes not as crazed as before but still holding a feeling that at any moment this bomb could go off. He didn't speak as he inched closer and closer. He then reached his hand out. His finger shook as I leaned back but was trapped by the tent. A hot pain running through my back as he touched my forehead where the rock must have hit me. The mask covering his mouth hid what emotion he was truly portraying at the moment. The hand he touched my head with was bandaged, reminding me of the bite I had given him. I raised my hand and wiped my mouth, sticky red blood still coming off meaning that it really hadn't been all that long since all that had happened but just long enough to get dark and colder outside. I opened my mouth but didn't even get a chance to speak before he beat me to it “just dont just dont yell” it took me back to hear him.

This obviously isn't an adult just by the voice. His voice was raspy and almost menacing. Even if he was my age he was still just a kid. We didn't say anything for a while, just analyzing each other like it was a mutual agreement that we would let each other realize what was actually happening before doing anything rash. Yeah, he may have basically kidnapped me but that didn't mean I had to be a dick to him. I don't know how long we stared at each other, it could have been hours or only minutes but after that he crawled further into the tent and simply laid down. Almost like he was just watching me to see if i would do anything to try and leave or get away from him. The only thing keeping the tent illuminated was a small battery operated lantern that was barely bright enough to light up the small tent. He sat up again and looked at me just to turn the lanter off. I could hear him shifting around, maybe to take his mask off. We just laid in silence for what felt like forever. “Aren't you cold” even though I was staying quiet it sounded like I was yelling in the small tent. There was no answer for a moment just the sound of him moving around again. I thought maybe he was asleep before I heard a deep inhale. “no” there was a long silence again before he spoke ”are y-you cold cold?” i hesitated before answering “yeah….i guess i am pretty cold”.

Again there was silence before he moved. I felt him come closer to me before feeling one of his arms touch me. This wasn't right. Not even twelve hours ago he had been the one to bash me over the head with a rock to take me to whatever kinda temporary camp this was. He must have read the room because he stopped and waited. I really took a moment to think about what was happening. Everything was happening way too fast but at the same time the little I've seen of him has shown me that even if he is my age he's clearly unstable. If I didn't let him do what he wanted he could blow at any moment and I really don't know what he's capable of.

He waited for another moment before moving towards me again. He stiffly wrapped his arms around me, even though it was awkward and uncomfortable the warmth he gave off was a nice change from the harsh forest cold.my mind must have just fallen unconscious at some point because the next thing i knew the tent was lit with the dull sunlight that was managing to come through the overlay of clouds. He wasn't next to me anymore but the smell of smoke burned my nose as I could hear the sound of fire crackling and snapping outside the tent.I slowly unzipped the front and peaked out. He was sitting with his back to the tent facing the homemade fire pit that he had made.

Toby hated the fire. He hated all the pain that it has caused him but it was something that he simply couldn't avoid. One of the things he liked about the fire now was that he could tame it, control when it grew and when it withered away. He looked down at his bandaged hand. He hadn't slept last night, he was too nervous to make even the slightest movement just in case it would wake her. The warmth she had given off was...new. “Why did you let me hold you?” he spoke down into his hands, the zipper making him turn around to face her.

They both froze like deer in the headlights again.

No mask. He wasn't wearing his mask right now. He looked so normal. He just stared at me for a while and I stared back at him. Him turning back towards the fire was enough for me to snap back out of it. He poked the fire with a stick, moving a few blackened sticks around to stir up the fire causing embers to rise up into the early overcasted sky. I scurried around him and sat on the opposite side of the fire, watching him through the flames. His eyes shot up at mine like he suddenly felt my eyes on him. His stare was so intense i wouldn't say lifeless no, there was something buried deep behind those eyes doing something to him. I looked back down into the fire, what was there to talk about? Did he even want to talk? I just want to go home.

“Were you cold l-last last night?” I looked at him furrowing my eyebrows together. ‘This man bashes me in the head with a rock but is worried I was too cold?’ I shifted my weight, pulling my legs closer to myself. “I was fine.” There was a long silence after that before either of us even thought to move. He was the first one to move, getting up and grabbing something from the tent. “Where are you going?” he actually seemed shocked that I asked “getting more fire-wood” the moment he said that my eyes snapped back towards the fire. This could be my chance to run.

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pastelwitchling · 5 years ago

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This prompt is a gift for @draculaspetbee.

I have no idea how Synesthesia actually works, but I hope this is close enough.

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Alex had never seen Michael bleed that much before.

He was used to pain, used to injuries, used to having his skin sewed up and his bones dislocated and his muscles strained. But seeing Michael lying on the floor like that with his head in a pool of his own blood, that was enough to shatter him.

Alex’s left foot tapped the tiled ground nervously. He felt Isobel’s hand on his shoulder, and he looked up to see her giving him half a smile. The best she could muster.

Alex knew he shouldn’t have seemed so worried, but Max was pacing back and forth and Isobel more clutched Alex’s shoulder than merely touched it and no one had come to tell them anything about Michael and he was losing his mind just waiting here.

He stood. Michael wouldn’t have waited if it had been Alex who was injured. Michael would’ve stormed in there and demanded to know what was going on. At the very least, he wouldn’t have wanted to leave Alex alone.

Sure, a small voice taunted. Keep telling yourself that.

Alex shoved it down, inhaling deeply, even as he sat back down and resumed tapping his foot. After what felt like days, or it may have been minutes, Kyle stepped out. Despite the fact that Max was already standing, it was Alex who first spoke.

“Is he okay?”

“He’s fine,” Kyle said with a sigh. “And working on my last nerve. He took a real hit to the head, luckily his skull is pretty thick already.”

“Kyle,” Alex said, exasperated, and Kyle held up a hand.

“Sorry, sorry, thought it’d relieve the tension,” he said. “Look, he had minor brain damage, but the acetone’s already fixing it as we speak.”

“Will it give him any problems?” Max asked as Isobel thoughtlessly tugged on the hem of Alex’s jacket.

“He may start seeing spots, may have some trouble remembering what happened, but like I said, the nail polish remover is doing its job. Any side-effects should be gone by the end of the day.”

Alex nodded. “Thanks, Kyle.”

“Sure,” Kyle said. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some alien MRIs to burn before anybody starts asking questions. Isobel, I could really use your help. With your mind control, I can be quick.”

“I told you,” Isobel said, still nervously glancing at the hospital door. “It’s not mind control.”

“Whatever, Yoda. Come on.”

Isobel followed him with a roll of her eyes, and Max raised his brow at Alex. Alex shrugged. “We had a Star Wars marathon.”

Michael didn’t need the bandages. He’d told Kyle as much when he’d woken up with a throbbing migraine.

“It’s a headache,” Michael had complained. “I’m fine!”

“You want to go out there and tell my colleagues why you came in with a blunt head injury and walked out healed? Now, stop whining, lay back down, and try to rest, or so help me God, I will kill you myself!”

Michael huffed, scratching at the bandage with one hand and chugging down another bottle of acetone with the other. In truth, aside from a slight headache, he didn’t feel as if he’d been attacked by an evil clone of his brother at all.

Then Kyle’s phone went off, and Michael froze. It rang with a familiar song. Michael didn’t have the time to discern what song exactly because a wave of colors – gray and dull yellow – suddenly flashed before him. He winced and nearly dropped his bottle of nail polish remover.

Just as soon as the colors started, they stopped. Kyle had shut off the ringing with a groan.

“Geez, sorry,” he muttered, checking the screen before he stuffed it back into his pocket. “Forget to turn that off. You okay?”

Michael realized he was clutching his head and staring at the wall ahead of him. But where there had been faint colors only a second ago, there was now only white tiles.

“What – uh – what was that?”

“What was what?”

“The colors,” Michael said. “I saw something gray and…” but even as he said them, he realized how ridiculous he sounded.

Kyle, on the other hand, didn’t seem to want to mock him. His expression softened fractionally, a look Michael had no doubt he perfected while working with patients that believed they were detrimentally ill even when they were, in reality, perfectly fine.

“You’re still healing, remember?” he said not unkindly. “Your head suffered some damage, there will be repercussions. Don’t be surprised if you saw a little more than a few weird things today.”

Michael slumped in his seat. “Great,” he groaned, rubbing his eyes. He made a silent vow that, the next time he saw Mr. Jones, he was going to throttle him with his bare hands.

“Stop whining,” Kyle said. “Max and Isobel are here.” He paused. “So is Alex.”

At Alex’s name, Michael looked up. He tried not to look too eager, but Kyle seemed to already have caught him.

“Yeah,” the doctor muttered as he headed towards the door. “Knew that would cheer you up.”

Soon Max and Alex were coming in, Alex had his hands in his pockets, his head tilted slightly in that way it usually did when he was trying to look a person over for injuries and not let on that he was doing it. Michael tried not to smile as he thought of Alex worried for him.

“So?” he prompted. “How do I look?”

Max scoffed as Alex took a seat on the edge of Michael’s bed, beside his feet. Michael realized the armchair was free, but chose not to mention it.

“Funny,” Alex said quietly. Now that they were sitting so closely together, Michael could see the dark circles around the airman’s eyes, his hollow cheeks, the frown lines etched into the corners of his mouth.

His heart stuttered as he wondered how long it had been since Alex had slept.

“Kyle says you’re gonna be okay,” Max said. “How’re you feeling?”

Just a headache, Michael almost said, and considered what would happen if he said he was all right. Alex would probably leave, return to Forrest who was probably waiting for him at their shared home. He swallowed.

“Like… someone bashed my head in with a hammer,” he said slowly, and Alex’s concern grew. Michael slumped his shoulders and leaned heavily on his pillows for effect, and his heart leapt when he saw Alex scoot closer to him on the bed, as if unable to help but come to his rescue.

Max gave him an exasperated look that so clearly said, Are you seriously going to do this? Luckily, Alex didn’t seem to be paying him any attention, his eyes focused solely on Michael.

“Should I get you more acetone?” Alex asked and moved to stand. “I think I still have some bottles in my car.”

“No!” Michael yelled, grabbing Alex’s wrist before he realized everyone in the room was staring at him in silence. “Uh – I mean, you know, it doesn’t hurt that bad. I’ll survive it… I guess.”

“Oh,” Alex blinked. “O-Okay. Then I’ll just… stay here.”

Michael nodded solemnly. “I think that would be best. Max, you don’t have to wait here.”

“Mmm,” Max hummed dryly, his lips pursed. “Well, in that case, I don’t think Alex really needs to be here either.”

“Alex stays.”

“Michael,” Max said through grit teeth. “He’s not a machine, he needs to rest. Same thing you should be doing.”

“He can rest here,” Michael argued.

“Where? You want him to sleep in the chair? And anyway, he hasn’t eaten either.”

“Um,” Alex tried. “Guys –”

“He can eat here, too!” Michael started and flinched loudly as Max’s alarm went off this time. The sound echoed throughout his skull, like there were loudspeakers placed in every corner, and then projecting out before him in a slide of colors, splashing against the walls and the people around him. Different shades of reds, purples, pinks, and white moving before him, creating wave after wave, like an ocean coming for him.

It took Michael a while to realize that Alex was shaking him.

“Guerin,” he tried. “Guerin, are you okay? Max, quickly, call Kyle.”

Max’s phone seemed to have been stuck because he was roughly tapping the screen now, silencing the alarm. At once, the colors around him began to fade.

“No,” he said, his voice ragged, though he couldn’t say why. “I don’t need Kyle, I’m fine, just… tell me you saw that, too.”

Alex and Max exchanged confused looks. “Saw what?” Max asked, and Michael shook his head, pressing the bottoms of his hands into his eyes.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Michael whined low in his throat.

“Guerin?” Michael looked up as Alex put a hand on his shoulder. “Tell us what you’ve been seeing.”

Alex still looked concerned, but there was a steely expression beneath it, a resolve to protect no matter the opposition. Michael didn’t think there was anyone who could love as much as he loved Alex.

Michael shook his head. “It’s like every time any music or alarm plays, I just see colors jumping out at me.”

Max looked confused a moment, then he looked to Alex. “That’s not a real thing, is it?”

“I think it is,” Alex scratched his jaw. “It’s rare though. Something like synthe – syna – something.”

“Should we be worried?”

“Nah,” Alex said thoughtfully, his hand still on Michael’s shoulder. Michael tried his luck and tugged at Alex’s wrist. As he spoke, Alex moved to sit next to Michael on the bed. He seemed to hardly notice as Michael leaned into him, putting his head on Alex’s shoulder. “Kyle did say he had brain damage, but it’s healing as we speak. I think it’ll be gone by the end of the day.”

“No kidding?” Max whistled. “So you can actually see colors? What, like, coming out of the phone?”

“No, just,” he shrugged helplessly. “Everywhere.”

“That’s sounds so cool,” Alex said into Michael’s hair. “And terrifying at the same time.”

“Michael,” Max said, exasperated. “Would you get off him already?”

“He’s not complaining,” Michael argued.

“Guys –”

“Because he’s too nice to, but he does have to get back to Forrest at some point.”

“You just had to bring him up, huh?”

“Sort of, he is Alex’s boyfriend.”

“Guys,” Alex cut in, laughing. Michael’s eyes fluttered at the sound, and he could’ve sworn he saw a shimmer of gold swim before his eyes. “I’m fine. Forrest knows Michael’s here, and he won’t expect me back until morning.”

“But, Alex, you –”

“Max, really,” he said kindly. “It’s okay.”

Max sighed, and Michael could feel his glare, but he chose to cling to Alex’s waist instead, turning his face into the airman’s shoulder and inhaling his scent. He felt Alex chuckle, Alex’s arm coming around his shoulder, keeping him safe and warm.

“Okay,” Max said, rubbing his face. “I’m gonna go check on Isobel. Don’t worry about leaving, Alex, no matter what he tells you.”

“Got it,” Alex laughed, and again, Michael blinked rapidly as more gold and silver shimmered before his eyes.

I wonder if . . .

“Hey,” he murmured against Alex’s shoulder when Max was gone. “Sing for me.”

“What?”

“Sing that song you wrote,” Michael said.

“Oh,” Alex said quietly, and Michael slowly took his hand. He pressed Alex’s palm against his own jaw, and turned into the touch, inhaling his scent.

“You won’t do it for me, Private?”

Alex scoffed into his hair. Michael’s eyes fluttered and he tilted his head up a little more, until Alex’s lips were touching his forehead. If he closed his eyes, he could pretend he and Alex were together, and there was no Forrest waiting for him to go home to him in a few hours.

“Getting a little too cozy, aren’t you?”

“Does it bother you?” Michael asked, and pressed further into Alex’s side. “I’m hurt, you know. I need you more than he does.”

“Guerin, you can’t say stuff like that.”

“I don’t care,” he said, and pressed his face into the crook of Alex’s neck. “Sing for me, Private.”

Alex said nothing for a moment, and Michael wondered if he would suddenly decide to leave, and Michael would be left in the cold again, only able to imagine Alex’s body against his. Then –

Would you meet me in the middle?

Could we both stop keeping score?

There’s a battle I must fight alone,

It’s you I’m fighting for...

Michael’s heart thrashed in his chest. He wanted to close his eyes to the sound, fall asleep to Alex’s song. He knew it would be less painful than staying awake and watching Alex leave, but as shades of gold, silver, and different shades of blue began playing out before him, Michael found he couldn’t look away.

As Alex sang, it was like entire galaxies were unfolding. Golden sunlight, the dust of stars, deep and pale hues of blue and purple and pink. He should’ve known that Alex’s music was unlike any other, Alex’s voice a remnant of the planets that had come together to create him. He couldn’t tell Alex what he was seeing – he hardly understood it himself. But it felt like having lightning in a bottle, this moment. Alex’s voice in his ears, his music playing out before Michael in an array of colors that the galaxies couldn’t rival.

“Guerin?” Alex said softly, and the colors slowly began to fade. Michael realized he was clutching Alex’s hand too tightly, his other arm tightening around Alex’s waist.

He quickly let go, sitting up. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Alex said. “What’d you see?”

Michael shook his head. “I don’t know. But it… it was amazing.”

“Yeah?”

Michael nodded. A moment of silence. Then, Alex’s hand came gently around his head, and he was guided back onto Alex’s shoulder, their bodies pressed together at the sides.

“Alex…” Michael breathed as he felt Alex’s other hand in his hair, raking his curls back.

“I have a little more time,” Alex said quietly, as if embarrassed by his own words, but unable to stop. “I’ll keep singing.”

So he started again, and just as they had before, colors of gold, silver, blues and pinks and purple surrounded them, turning the world around them to something better than a rainbow, better than the stars, better than anything.

Michael hugged Alex’s waist as he listened, as he watched, and he realized, in an ironic sort of way, that the home he’d been working so hard to return to, the reason he’d been fixing that old spaceship for so long, had come to him now because of Alex.

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akutagawasbitches · 5 years ago

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Memories: Prologue

This is the prologue to my story Memories! I hope y’all like it. Please send in or comment any feedback you have and reblog if you like it! Love you guys 🥺❤️

It had been a long night for Yukiche. Running the bar by herself wasn’t an easy task: dealing with drunks, breaking up bar fights, cleaning up blood and vomit while also making drinks wasn’t easy nor was it for the faint hearted. But despite all this she loved her job, she just hated cleaning up the blood. She hated blood. The viscous red liquid that pools everywhere and dries into a brown ugly stain. But it was part of the job. Cleaning up vomit and blood was part of running a bar, people tend to get messy when drunk which meant there would be something to clean up. Sighing, Yukiche wiped her brow and stared at the floor checking for any spots she had missed. She couldn’t see anything. She placed the chemicals back under the bar and started cashing out the register, checking over the bills to see if it was all correct. The dull hum of the bar lights mixed alongside the quiet streets made it easy to concentrate. There’s a reason they call 3am “the dead hour”. Nothing moves or breathes; the world is completely still and silent. The only problem with the dead hour was it was quiet enough that you heard nothing, but your own thoughts and your own thoughts can be your worst enemy. Fragments of bad memories start drifting around like little gnats, biting at her, getting under skin. She tried her best to ignore them, but they kept coming back. Her mother’s death, her abandonment, all the mistakes she had made, all the humiliation she went through all started to grow louder and louder. What started as a quiet whisper began to grow into a loud humming, growing louder and lower almost unbearably loud as if she was inside a hornet’s nest. She ran into the bathroom and splashed her face with water to calm down. She stopped and listened. Everything was quiet once again as it should be. She walked out the bathroom and went back to counting bills whens she heard a loud

“CRASH”

From the back door. What was that? Its too late for it to be a patron, they’ve all gone home. Shit is it a burglar? This wasn’t the first time someone had tried to break into the bar. Frowning, she carefully reached underneath the bar and grabbed the baseball bat hidden there. Slowly she started to approach the back door where she heard the noise. Gripping the baseball bat tightly, she pressed her ear against the door to listen for anymore sounds. But there was nothing else except the dim humming of the streetlamps. Standing there silently, Yukiche deliberated on what to do next.

“Should she open the door and check outside? But that would leave her vulnerable to an attack from behind. An image of her being hit over the head with a metal pole flashed in front of her eyes. That isn’t ideal so what are my other opinions”, she pondered.

“Wait inside for them to come in or ignore it? If I don’t check and elect to ignore it, it gives them more time to figure out a plan whereas if I strike now, I have the element of surprise”.

Sighing, Yukiche gripped the baseball bat harder which was becoming difficult to do due to her hands becoming increasingly sweaty, making the baseball bat slippery. If she spent all her time thinking and deliberating, she’d never make a decision. With a deep exhale, she grabbed the door handle and flung the door open, yelling “We’re closed!”. No response. Looking around she couldn’t see anything, only the bushes and the buildings and blood. Blood? She frowned and cautiously crept up to the bloody spot. Kneeling down, she gently touched it. Bringing her hand up to the light, she could see it more clearly. She dropped the bat and stared at her hand in a mixture of fear and disgust.

“Why was there blood here? Was someone injured? Did someone try break in and hurt themselves? Shit where’s my bat?” she thought to herself.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” she muttered under her breath as she frantically looked for her bat. Without it she was weaponless and defenceless. Well not entirely defenceless but she’d rather not use that if she could help it. As she searched in the bushes for her bat, she noticed a hat. Carefully, she picked it up and examined it for any signs of blood but there were none. It was a nice hat, sort of fedora style with red hatband. She throws it up into the air and catches it smiling to herself. Placing the hat on her head, she continued to search the bushes but all she could find were sticks and berries and other general trash.

*rustle* *rustle*

Then the bushes near the streetlamps began to rustle, she quickly grabbed a stick and held it above her head ready to attack. As she slowly approached the bush, the rustling grew louder. Yukiche raised the stick ready to strike whatever was in the bush when a raccoon ran out. Sighing in relief she lowered her stick and smiled, kneeling down with her hand out. “Hello little guy, you nearly gave me a heart attack. I nearly bashed your brains in. Don’t worry I’m not going to hurt you now that I know you’re not a monster or someone hiding to attack me.” She said smiling softly. “Come here, don’t you want some berries?” she softly said, holding out a branch of berries. The raccoon merely chirped, shuffled over, ran up her arm and grabbed the hat promptly running off with it. “Wait!” she called as she ran after it. “That’s my hat!” she yelled as she ran after it. But the raccoon is quick. Realising she wouldn’t be able to catch it, she threw her stick at it, causing the raccoon to drop the hat and run away out of fear and surprise. Panting she jogged over to the hat and picked it up and put it back on her head. “What an ass” she commented out loud to herself, she was about to walk over back to the bar when she heard a groan from behind. She whipped around and nearly fell over backwards when she saw it.

A figure laying underneath the streetlamp covered in blood.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” she thought.

Her skin started to go pale as she slowly approached them. “Please don’t be dead, please don’t be dead” she whispered out loud as she approached the figure. Kneeling down and gingerly turning it over, she saw it was a man. Ginger hair tied in a ponytail with a long black coat on with a white button up shirt and a black cropped jacket. Well what was meant to be a whit button up shirt Yukiche thought to herself, it was inside soaked with blood and turned a deep shade of red. Gingerly she pressed her head to his chest to check for a heartbeat.

*bum bumbum bum*

“Good. There is one. Okay, what do I do? There is no one around and if I call for help, they might think I did this besides they wouldn’t arrive in time.” she thought to herself, taking note of the amount of blood oozing out of his shirt now.

She frantically looked around and then stopped at the bar’s open door. Sighing, she grabbed him and tried to lift him up, but he was fully unconscious, and his full weight was too much. Groaning she knelt down, grabbed his waist and threw him over her shoulder. “I’m going to have the worst backache tomorrow” she grumbled to herself as she carefully carried him back to the bar. After 15 minutes, she finally walked through the bar’s back door and gently placed him on the floor. She ran back to the bar and grabbed a clean rag, and an emergency first aid kit she kept around just in case. Bar fights can be real messy and sometimes people need patching up afterwards. Getting the police/paramedics involved was bad for business so she’d patch them up herself. Running back over to the mysterious figure, she carefully took of his coat then jacked then started to unbutton his shirt and remove it. She winced and took a sharp inhale in, it was bad. He had been stabbed just underneath his ribcage and was bleeding profusely. She couldn’t tell if there was any internal damage but all she could do was clean the wound and stop the bleeding. Carefully opening up the first aid box, she pulled out a bottle of pure ethanol to clean the wound. Pouring the solution onto the rag, she gently dabbed the wound while simultaneously wiping any blood off. He flinched and groaned which caused Yukiche to step back but he didn’t wake up. After pausing for a minute to make sure he was still unconscious, she began to search for a needle and thread to stitch up his wound. The first aid box was a mess though. “When was the last time you organised this Haru” she commented out loud, growing increasingly more frustrated as she still couldn’t find the needle. “Aha!” she yelled out, pulling it out from under the bandages. The man stirred but still didn’t regain consciousness. “I need to be quieter” she whispered to herself. Now how would she stitch the wound? She didn’t have any anaesthetic, so he’d definitely feel it and wake up, making it difficult for her to make a clean stitch. Looking around the room, Yukiche’s eyes flickered looking for something to help her restrain him in case he woke up. Spotting handcuffs on one of the tables, she quickly grabbed it and examined them. They still had the key in, so someone broke out of them while having a drink. At least that’s what she assumed, and she did not want to pry any further than that. Quickly, she handcuffed him to the pipe next to him and straddled his lap. Dipping the needle in the ethanol solution, she threaded the needle and began to stitch. She pierced his skin and looked up. No movement. Okay next stitch. Looking up and there was still no movement. And this is how it carried on until she had finished, with her completing a stitch then looking up to check if her was awake. Once she had finished her stitches, she cleaned the area again removed his shirt. “This needs a deep clean” she thought to herself. Picking up the shirt, she walked over to the bathroom sink to clean it as best as she could. After scrubbing at it for 15 minutes she managed to get the fresh blood out. She left the shirt to soak in the sink, in hopes to loosing up the dried blood. She took a much closer look at the man, his hair now falling out of the ponytail.

“He looks so familiar, where have I seen him before” Yukiche thought to herself, sitting on the floor in front of him.

As she studied his features, she noticed she was still wearing the hat she found earlier. “I wonder… is this yours?” she pondered out loud. Smiling to herself she placed the hat on his head. “Huh it suits you. You almost look like that Mafioso from the Port Mafia” she laughed to herself. Her laughter dying down as realisation struck her. Grabbing his face roughly, she pulled up his eyelid to reveal striking blue eyes.

She jumped back. “FUCK!” she whispered.

“That is the Mafioso. Fuck fuck fuck” she thought.

“This isn’t good, Haru is going to kill me.” She whispered panicking. The Port Mafia were well known for their violence and lack of mercy.

“Shit he’s probably going to think I attacked and kill me” thought Yukiche.

Preoccupied in her thoughts, it wasn’t until the water lapped against her leg, did Yukiche noticed she left the bathroom sink tap running and it had overflowed. “FUCK! Shit shit shit” she exclaimed as she ran to turn it off. “Fuck’s sake.” She murmured. This wasn’t a good night for her, she just cleaned the floor and now she had a Mafioso’s blood all over the floor as well as water and with the mafioso handcuffed to a pipe.

With a loud groan, she grabbed the mop and begin mopping up the water. After half an hour of wrestling with the mop, she managed to clean up all the water. She turned around to start cleaning up the blood when she noticed something. Empty handcuffs.

Fuck. He’s gone.

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axymmetryx · 4 years ago

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Source Of Music

Belphegor | Obey Me

Day One: Dreams

"Finally," soft mutter of sighs escaped the dark haired boy as silence enveloped him in a hug, as tight as his twin brother can probably give, and that was telling a lot.

He sat down on a bench not too far from the small café he and his older brothers found on their way home, he could hear Mammon's loud un-ending complains from where he sat but he already mastered toning down his voice from years of living with them. He shoved his hands inside the small holes his school uniform can give him, trying to shield his hands from the offering chill of the weather.

Head tilting up in hopes of letting his body find comfortness in his steady position. Passionate sparkling dots formed across the heavy dark colored sky. It had been a while since his eyes blinked lazily at the cloudless nature above.

It was beautiful.

"If only..." was an opening start to his fresh thoughts being laid out in his brain before heaving out a long lasting sigh.

"What are you sighing there for?" a faint - almost angelic - voice spoke after a medium silence. His head sharply whipping towards the cause of the noise, eyes had never been awake for almost a century.

He blinked countless times, bewildered at the sight of the person he longed for the most, their name escaping his plump pale lips before sealing his mouth shut and turning away. It's not possible, they appear only in his-

Hearing a faint laughter brought him back to reality, his train of thoughts pausing as he digested the sweet voice that filled the air. It was as if hearing music in the form of laughter, yet, how real could it be?

Working up some courage to look back at the figure now standing right beside him, he surpress the need to let out a shriek in surprise, instead, he covered it up by jumping a seat away on the bench as a form of inviting them for a seat.

He watched as they let another set of laughter tear over the silence that once hugged him. But he really didn't mind, considering he was facing the most wonderful person in front of him.

"You made quite a lot of expression in a span of a second. It was quite cute." he lifted both his eyebrows up, feeling bashful all of a sudden at their comment, he felt a rush of blood flowing rappidly through his veins, his eyes averting itself away from them again. Was he really.. cute? No, stop thinking!

He mentally stepped on the brakes on his head, if that even existed that way. He wouldn't lose his cool now. "What's up?" and then the urge to facepalm had never felt appropriate at the moment, seriously? That's all he had to say?

Yet hearing that source of music again had put him at ease and soon his shoulder vibrated at a matched paced with them. It felt great, doing absolutely nothing, but just co-existing with the person you want the most. A crack of frown formed immediately at his face at the thought. His mind wondered back to the time he had a talk with Beel that one time.

"The homework is due tomorrow, Belphie! Have you finished the essay on what thing you wanted to protect in this lifetime?" Beel barged into their shared room, holding a string connected to... ten boxes of pizza? He didn't really count so he wasn't sure. He glanced back at his brother, already nearing knock-out dead to sleep. But not before blurting out an answer he didn't even thought about, "It's a person. Not a thing."

"... Belphegor?" He found himself staring at a pair of doe eyes, his name sounded so beautiful being mentioned through their lips. And his chest tightened at the sight. He felt the need to breathe heavily, his body betraying his request to relax, hands all clammy and head feeling fuzzy all of a sudden. This was it, he knew it from the start, it was too good to be real. It always was.

And as if on cue, he heard a loud defeaning honk, too loud to ignore, too familiar to disregard. He watched as the same doe innocent eyes that looked at him, turned into an emotional mess. He saw the same panic, concerned and determinated look cross their face. holding onto his arms as if their life depended on it.

And it did.

But he didn't do anything.

He watched as the most important person in his life turned to look at where the noise was coming from, he watched as the same car with flickering lights run in different unpatterned directions, he watched as the eyes of his person turned into a resolved and he watched as they smiled at him, like it was okay.

Like it was okay that he couldn't protect them.

And he watched as the hands that once held onto him for dear life, let go and stepped away from him, only to leave him to stare at a pool of blood on the floor.

He heard a lot of people gathering around as the horrific scene unfold before their eyes. A broken car, a lifeless body.

And all he did was stare at it.

"Belphie!" He jolted up at the loud voice of his brothers calling out for him. They all wore playful smiles on their faces as he opened his eyes. Beel holded out a hand for him to take and he accepted.

"You really do sleep everywhere you go, huh?" He glanced at the small box Satan handed out to him as he stood up, "We bought you a little something from the café," He saw a piece of sliced cake in it and carefully took it from him, muttering a soft thanks, ignoring the previous question, which he was sure was rhetorical. He does sleep everywhere anyway.

"Hurry up, over there!" He heard another voice in a distance, and his face automatically turned into a scowl when Lucifer gave them a knowing look. He rolled his eyes but complied at the order, not before pausing and glancing back at the bench he previously sat on. No signs of any tragic scenarios took place, no signs of body either.

Another tragic dream it was again.

He took another sigh and looked up ahead, his brothers already a bit farther away from him, he decided to jog a little to catch up to them but immediately felt a heavy force crashing into him. He let out an inaudibly gasp at the impact. Instinctly holding on to the person who bumped into him to keep them from falling.

His own body freezed up immediately as a pair of familiar doe eyes looked up at him.

"I'm so sorry! I was in a rush. are you okay?" the same familiar sound - his source of music - had asked in a hurried tone. He stood there dumbfounded, at the person in front of him. No. They weren't suppose to be real. They were suppose to remain as his dream-

He stopped his thoughts from going any further. He couldn't let himself to do that to them, never again. So instead of overthinking, he put on a determined smile, before offering his reply,

"I'm fine. And you will be, too."

—

End.

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ohdeargodnotyouagain · 5 years ago

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“You know,” Whiskey grunts, setting his hat on the floor and pulling his collar down so that he could breathe easier. “Taking me out ain’t gonna save ya. In fact it’s gonna piss some people off real bad.”

There was a commotion further down the hallway from them, shots and screams.

“You shoot me and the person you’re hearing tearing up your guys is gonna find me here and you there, and shes not gonna be happy. In fact-she might even eat ya.”

The person holding the gun didn’t waiver but their eyes seemed scared.

“Well alright then, be that way and fuckin shoot me.” Whiskey got comfortable and let out. Weary sigh. “But don’t say I didn’t warn. And try not to shoot me in the eye please, she likes ‘em.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This was so bad. Lykana knew that in a heartbeat things would be entirely different. Unlike the last time when he had gone missing- those men were not prepared for someone to go in guns blazing- the distraction, the one (wo)man team, the way she had dispatched them. She had had the element of surprise- she had even had the jump on several of them. But this was so different. And now as she held the line of other Federation Officer’s and Statesman- she realized how truly bad it was. Bodies were everywhere. She was not immune to the stench or the sobs of men who had not yet succumb to their injuries- there were deaths and injuries on both sides. Lykana even had enough red and purple on her that her once white armor looked tiedye and she couldn’t focus on that. She’d unwravel not knowing whose blood it was on her. So many things went through her head as she stepped over a woman who no longer had half of her face. Harrison was running medical transports in and out back in New York like clockwork. They had shot their other hostages. The entire thing had gone wrong so fast- these soldiers were all highly trained if not better than her. If she had gone in alone she’d definitely be dead. Her eyes glanced around until she found one of the Statesman who knew Whiskey well. Across the room she looked into Tequila’s eyes- she knew they hadn’t found him yet- and his were just as tense. “Where are you, Jack?” She breathed, as someone shouted they had beefed up the right wing of the huge industrial plant. They knew the land and she cocked her shotgun. Her lips a thin line- god help them when she found him. She’d do anything to get him back... anything. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She pushed down the hallway- shoving past men (friend or foe) and trying to get to that door. Through the bloodshed and screams she could smell him. Smell his blood on the ground- and- Her heart was slamming into her ribs as she pushed herself further. The man who was wrapped around her leg had his nose broken and his head practically bashed in but he still hung on. Lykana untangled herself and even as she felt the muscles of her leg rip and pull- she kept going. She could feel it- something coming- something- horrible and- She felt her knee cap give and she slid between one of the men’s legs, hitting him so hard in the balls he hit a new octave before someone shot him. Lykana scrambled to her feet and slammed into the door she could just feel Whiskey behind. The door was locked, and even though the force she hit it with- it only opened a crack despite the hinges nearly being broken off. Lykana knew her shoulder would hurt the next day but- none of it mattered. She hit the door again, this time it widened, only just in time to see a sliver of dark eyes that met hers. There was something in that gaze- that relayed all sorts of information through. Before his head snapped back against the wall and she saw him lay so still. How did one describe something so painful it was like half of your soul died in the moment. Now she knew the pain that Cassander had told her about once. When you see that- you never forget it. Lykana’s scream was so violent and animalistic with grief that it made several people around her- both enemies and her own men jerk to a stop at the intensity of an Anamarthian’s cry. Humanity had once told stories of the grief cries of Anamarthians. She threw herself into the door, sending one bouncing into one of the people who were there, the other man looked into her eyes. Normally when people looked at her in that level of fear, she would restrain herself. But not now. Not when her eyes found Jack. Her sweet- sweet- Jack. Leaned up against the wall, eyes shut and so peaceful. Blood soaking down his face and neck, down his sleeves and started to pool on the floor beside his hand. There was a slightly curl to his lips, as if he had tried to smile at her when they had shot him. Jack. Her head snapped back to the only remaining man. She said something but she couldn’t remember what language or what she even said as she came for him. And it was brutal, the men who had entered after her backed quickly up as an arm went flying past them. The screaming absolutely did not stop until she wanted it too. There was a mutual understanding among all the men who had survived, was that that death had been the most brutal. Lykana did not stop until the man was a gurgling mess of death twitches. It was like she was walking through oil when she dropped beside Jack, her arms and hands shaking too bad to touch him. Her teeth bit into her lip, “W-Whiskey?” She whispered to him, coming to put her hands on his rapidly cooling skin, “Jack? Baby...” Lyakana’s voice was barely there as she looked at the wound. “B-Baby no...I-” How many people had she done that to? Blown their brains out for their lovers or friends to find later. This was just rewards wasn’t it. Punishment. She was barely holding back tears- she’d failed. Another minute- and he’d be alive. Alive looking at her with that stupid lopsided grin with those dark eyes she could get lost in forever. I could have saved him. Her boot hit the wide brimmed hat on the floor when she shifted to put her hand on his chest, trying to feel a heartbeat she knew that wasn’t there. The hat flipped over and she saw the inside- Alphagel. And suddenly she was almost screaming again- “Tequila!!” Her voice was so violently loud in the silence that the men who had been waiting for her to have her private moment rushed back into the room. Her hands were so shaky on his hat- trying to pull out the gel she knew Ginger and even Harri had helped design. The brilliant woman- she’d kiss her as soon as she saw her. She pulled it out of his hat and told Tequila to help her. “I’m-m shaking too bad just- get it around his head!” Lykana begged the taller man who she’d come to view as highly as Whiskey- even if they hadn’t had that much interaction really. He took the other pen and she did the other- watching the film expand and... she sat back on the balls of her feet, before she could no longer do that and she had to brace herself. “D-Did it work?” Her voice was so small, looking up at Tequila- searching his eyes desperately for any sign that he was lying. He told her they needed to get him back to Ginger and she jerked out of his way as other people she didn’t notice or recognize came in. “Take care of him.” She told him, feeling the adrenaline start fade out of her system. “Please, I’ll never ask anything else of you. Him first-” Tequila stood, trying to help her as she quivered so much she was like a frail leaf. Lykana went to stand on her leg and fell against the wall a moment later. His voice was very faint to her ears, maybe it was the ringing. “You need to go too-” Someone said, The man looked concerned as she moved away from them and the death- the Alphagel would work. She knew it would. All of Ginger’s toys worked. Someone took her by the arm and she cried out in pain, and the other arm came around her to support her as they moved her to the transport. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It felt like she was in a vacuum. Sounds were very faint despite the hospital wing being absolutely full of people. Smells were very strong but everything on her felt numb. Tequila had disappeared into the crowd a long time ago and for some reason she couldn’t figure out how to actually get up and walk. Something in her mind told her she was in severe shock- but she didn’t care. This wasn’t anywhere near the worst she had ever had. She had waved off every single attempt at a nurse or doctor coming toward her. And since there was no shortage of patients to attend to, they had believed her when she said she was fine in a small voice. Lykana had no idea how long she had been looking at Jack’s blood on her hands. Lights seemed too bright, and she hadn’t stopped shaking- even if she felt cold, she wasn’t sure if it was the hospital or not. Lykana attempted to stand but the pain that shot through her leg and up through her hip made her sit back down. A spell of dizziness came so quickly she swallowed repeatedly now she wouldn’t dry heave. Lykana thought sections of thoughts, “hurt... Jack... cold... how long?” Then there was a pair of eyes looking up at her from a crouched position, touching her cheek. Asking her questions that she didn’t comprehend as she mumbled, “Jack- see to him first.” She rested in the hand- Wow, they were strong. Just like... Like Harri. “He’s a... statesman.” She murmured, eyes going in and out of focus. “I’m fine- Please, just go take care of the others.” Lykana pleaded with the person who was practically holding her up in the chair. Maybe it was better if the Alphagel caused memory loss. He wouldn’t remember her... and with the times he had saved her, she didn’t make to him in time. It made her chest hurt. “Please.”

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the last stop | wen junhui

word count: 4058

non idol!au, college!au - kinda

based on the thai drama girl from nowhere

imagine contains talk of death and mentions of blood - please be cautious!

"Are you sure about this?" I teased. The girl let out a sob - her hands were coated in blood and the body in front of her lay still. Her breath was shaky when she met my gaze. "You do realize the consequences, don't you?"

I always had to ask - had to make sure they knew what they were risking. Because, sometimes, the things they gained weren't worth it.

"Just help me," she growled. She squealed, rubbing her hands to get the blood off. A water bottle popped up beside her - she didn't hesitate to use it nor did she thank me. "This is your fault anyways, Y/N. So you have to help me."

"Mm, it wasn't my fault," I hummed. The dagger she used was in my hands as I twirled it around. She seemed to grow pale at the sight of it. "I wasn't the one who stabbed the boy, now was I? I just asked if you were sure he wasn't cheating. I didn't catch him in the act."

"But you lured him out here," she argued. She glanced around - the alley we were in was deserted and would be for a while. She still had time to run and escape the blame.

"I don't remember that," I shrugged. I wanted to laugh as I watched her become more frantic. Truly, with me by her side, she shouldn't have worried so much. "I was just asking a classmate for help. He took the study session a little too seriously."

"You planted the idea!" She finally broke. Sobs became louder as she curled into herself. "Everything was okay until you showed up! When you arrived, everything went haywire. Everyone worshiped you and they listened to you and they adored you. Who the hell are you, Y/N?"

I only smiled coyly. She looked up at me, mascara clouding with the tears that were falling down her cheeks. A deep breath accompanied with a shrug. "I'm just Y/N, your new classmate."

—

A bell chimed as soon as I opened the door. I knew I was late, but I also knew that would draw attention to me. Smirking, I continued to sway down the hallway until I found the room I was looking for. The door squeaked open, and I was now the center of attention.

"Sorry I'm late," I called out meekly. Heads turned towards me so I beamed shyly. Let's play the innocent schoolmate this time, I thought to myself. The professor walked up to me, her heels clacking as she walked.

"Ah, yes," she nodded. I watched as she took in my figure - a few seconds in and someone already dislikes me. The thought caused me to smile more. "You must be Y/N. Well, you can sit anywhere you'd like. And, I expect you to be here on time tomorrow."

"Of course," I said gently. My eyes scanned the room, looking for the darkest smog I could find. I couldn't see a lot - in fact, most of the class was clean. That made my job that much harder. I finally sighed, taking a seat beside a boy with blonde hair.

"Hi," he greeted. He's nice looking, I observed. He barely had any smoke around him, too. But, he seemed devious and that stood out to me. "I'm Jeonghan. Nice to meet you, Y/N. I hope you enjoy your time with our class."

"Thank you," I smiled. He seemed stunned for a minute before he smiled back. Not easy to impress, huh? "I hope it's enjoyable, too."

If it wasn't, this would just be a waste of time.

—

I'd stuck with Jeonghan for a week. He had the darkest smog, and I realized it was just because he gossiped. This school seems pointless, I thought annoyed.

I was sitting with Jeonghan at lunch when he laughed. Quirking an eyebrow, I looked at him curiously. Jeonghan leaned towards me, ignoring his friends as he showed me his phone.

"It's a class forum," Jeonghan explained. I scrolled through, seeing what seemed to be confessions. Bingo, I thought. They're all clean because they've confessed their crimes. How intriguing.

"All of the students have the password," Hansol said. He was an odd character - quiet, but observant. He was dangerous for me. "We log on and say whatever we want anonymously. No one knows who says what."

"Interesting," I spoke lowly. Maybe my job just got a little easier. Jeonghan told me the password so I now had access to the forum. He chuckled again, gaining my attention.

"Everyone seems to be talking about you," Jeonghan smirked. This caused a few of the people at the table to turn red. Just what were they saying about me? I peeked at the latest post that had my name written all over it.

Have you guys seen Y/N? I've never known a new student to gather so much attention!

Seems like Y/N is gaining attention on purpose. Can you spell out whore any clearer? — Just say you're jealous and go!

Y/N is so hot - we met eyes and I melted on the spot.

Have you seen how short Y/N's shorts are? — You mean have I seen how great Y/N's legs are? I think I drooled.

Total slut.

Y/N has been sticking with Yoon Jeonghan recently - I wonder what's going on there. — They would be such a hot couple, but I want Y/N for myself!

"Huh," I laughed. Only a week, these kids were quick. Maybe, just maybe, I'd just hit the jackpot with this college. I looked at Jeonghan, feigning confusion. "How can so many people say such mean things about me? I barely speak to anyone other than you."

"You're different," a new voice piped up. I looked down the table to see Wen Junhui. I knew him well - at least, I knew the way his eyes rolled and how his lip curled into a snarl. He seemed to be the most disinterested person in this school - in everything, including me.

"Different how?" I asked. Junhui was new territory - the brunette hadn't spoken to me before now. Snide comments here and there, sure. But, never directly to me. His eyes, I discovered, were always hidden and pointed to the ground.

"You're new," Junhui shrugged. He only looked up once, and even then he didn't meet my gaze. Now, though, his eyes were piercing through me like he was unveiling each secret I held. "You come here an only a few days in, you've got everyone's attention. All eyes are on you, Y/N. So, how're you going to handle that?"

For someone with an almost white liner, Wen Junhui really knew how to get under peoples skin.

—

This was getting harder - I thought coming to a larger college would make everything easier. But, that seemed to blow up in my face because it was my second week here and everyone still seemed to be a subtle gray. I didn't need off-white half-smiles; I needed charcoal glares and snarled lips.

Honestly, how could a school be so fake that even its students pretended they were angels? Then again, even some angels fall.

Walking to class was becoming an ordinary routine - I don't like ordinary. Ordinary meant repetitive which meant I was becoming used to this place and it's people. Which, in hindsight, was dangerous for me.

A sigh left my lips as I sat at the desk that was assigned to me. We didn't really have a set sitting arrangement; we always just sat in the same spot closer to our friends. My friend, in this case, was Jeonghan.

Jeonghan - the same boy who always liked to skip this class to giggle in the boys bathroom with his friends. I sighed again, rolling my eyes. College boys are just as mature as middle schoolers.

"This weekend?" A voice brought me from my dark thoughts. Like bashing this guy's head against the window because he whines when he speaks. "I don't know if I can make it..."

"Oh, c'mon, man!" His friend tsked. He slapped his friends arm playfully - still looked like it hurt, though. "Bora will be there - and she's bringing her friends!"

"Oh, shit," the first guy breathed. He took in a deep breath before nodding erratically. "Suddenly my schedule is clear and all I can think about is going to a party on Saturday."

I realized that I wasn't the only one listening in on the conversation. Right in front of me, a girl was clenching her teeth. Her grip was hard on her pen, her fingers growing pale as she held the blue ink pen. I quirked an eyebrow - was this a love triangle or just unrequited?

I received my answer when she turned to the right, facing the boys from before. They paused their chortling, looking at her in shock. The girl opened her mouth, "can you shut the hell up? Some of us are actually trying to learn. Nothing that your empty brains would understand."

How amusing, I smirked. My eyes drifted, meeting a pool of warm coffee. Junhui looked from the guys and to the girl. Then, his eyes came back to mine, curiosity swimming around his pupils.

I only smirked more. Jealousy is always a humans fatal flaw.

—

Alcohol seemed to be a permanent stench as I stepped foot into the house. Parties were my exact territory - I knew how to play my cards and I knew who to talk to. Maybe this party was what I needed - no one made a good decision when they weren't sober.

And, there they were. In a heated session, lips clashing together, sat a boy and a girl. From a small distance, there seemed to be an outside party. A girl, watching the couple with gritted teeth and empty hands. Jackpot.

"You look like you need this," I spoke. She didn't even look as she took the cup from my hands, downing it in one go. That caused me to grin - I could be out of here in no time. "Let me guess, childhood crush? They always seem to go for the pretty face with no backstory."

Her shoulders slumped, her eyes growing teary and dark. I sighed, leaning against the wall beside her with a sad facade. "It's tragic, really. He wouldn't even glance at you twice but he only looked at her once. But, how would he know about your feelings if you never speak up?"

Leaning in closer, I watched as she began to nod slowly. My smile grew - just one more push. Her hair brushed against my lips as I whispered in her ear, "so speak up."

Imagine my surprise when the expected fight turned into the three of them lip-locking.

"Dammit," I hissed. I threw the empty cup down, glaring at the three of them. Flashes of cameras and promised rumors didn't even settle my frustration. "You're kidding me. When the hell are these pricks going to let me leave?"

"You can leave whenever you want," a voice sang. To my left stood Wen Junhui, eyes half-lidded and an empty smile on his face. He leaned closer, but I knew it was only because he didn't have proper balance. "No ones making you stay here, Y/N. By the way, you have rough language for someone who's so nice and dainty, huh?"

It was mocking - he was mocking me.

"Shut up, asshole," I groaned. Junhui just giggled - full out giggled like a kindergartner who received extra juice. I rolled my eyes - it's not like I can just leave empty handed. "And worry about yourself. You can barely stand on your own - who are you to critique my language?"

He didn't speak. Chocolate eyes dulled for a second as he looked away, seemingly in a daze. Junhui grinned then, latching his fingers around my wrist as he skipped outside. He sat down, pulling me with him as we sat side-by-side on the back porch.

Junhui turned to me, beaming, "tell me a secret, Y/N."

"Like what?" I licked my lips. Junhui's eyes traced the motion - he was more open when he was drunk and it made me crack a smile. "You're drunk, Junhui."

He pouted, "not too bad, I swear!" Junhui took another gulp of the alcohol he had, nose scrunching lightly. He sighed, "isn't it good that I'm drunk? That way, I won't remember your secret!"

I paused, "only if you tell me one of yours."

"Deal!" Junhui cheered. I had to laugh - the boy was cheerful and maybe just a little breathtaking when he smiled. Junhui paused, thinking for a second as he swayed lightly. His shoulder bumped against mine briefly and I had to hold what I thought as his warmth seeped into me. He spoke after a pause, "you first!"

"Hm," I playfully began to stroke my chin. I couldn't actually tell him a secret - I'm pretty sure 'hey Junhui, I'm only here to wreak havoc!' wouldn't go very well even if he was drunk. But, I could indulge in human things - seeing him grin mindlessly was worth it, I guessed. "I can see things."

"Oh?" He quirked up an eyebrow. Junhui took another sip of his drink sloppily - I don't think he realized the cup was empty. "Like what? Ghosts? Colors as sounds? Eyes?"

"None of the above," my grin was matching his now. This was bad - Wen Junhui's entire presence was beginning to seep into me, intoxicating even the smallest parts of my brain. This is really, really bad.

Junhui pouted, "you promised to tell me."

I bit my lip again - it wasn't really exposing anything, right? "I can see auras, I guess you would call them. Everyone has this... fog surrounding them that's either black or white or - more commonly - gray."

"What's that even mean, Y/N?" Junhui whined. He leaned his head back, groaning. "You're lying to me, aren't you?"

"I'm not lying," I beamed. How did such a cute boy become even cuter when he was intoxicated? "It helps to know if the person is bad or good. But, most people are in-between."

I paused, biting my lip. Smiling, I met Junhui's gaze, "want to know something?"

Junhui nodded quickly, clutching his head after like he was dizzy.

"Everyone here has a shade of gray," I turned my focus back to the house, eyes dotting around the people inside. Junhui copied my act, squinting like he was trying to see what I could. "Except for you. You, Wen Junhui, have almost a purely white outline."

"Woah," Junhui gaped. His eyes were as wide as his mouth - it made me chuckle softly. Whether he believed me or not, I didn't know, but he seemed occupied for the time being.

"Your turn," I nudged him after a minute.

Nodding, Junhui took another sip of his drink. This time he noticed it was empty, frowning before throwing it across the yard. I laughed loudly, almost not catching Junhui's matching giggle.

"Okay," Junhui sighed. He prepared himself, nodding a few times like he was giving a pep talk. It was amusing to watch - like he was preparing to give his life away. Junhui's eyes met mine and they were softer than I'd ever seen them - a pool of hot coffee on a cold day that welcomed me home. "I think I have a small, little crush on you."

Leaning closer, Junhui giggled again, his breath fanning across my nose. He smiled, "and I really like how you say my full name. I really, really like it, Y/N."

He collapsed into a fit of giggles, legs kicking up as he wiggled around. My laugh and smile faded - this is so, so bad. I can't have ties here; I can't stay here. I have to leave.

After a while, I got up. Junhui was humming to himself, hand up as he traced the stars. I have to leave him.

—

There were documents he had seen. Things online that spoke of a new student right before a school was in the middle of a scandal. Class photos of someone he was growing very familiar with.

Wen Junhui couldn't allow his eyes to leave the screen for a second.

His gaze drifted - from the computer to his phone and around the library to make sure no one had seen him. He couldn't believe it - truthfully, when he woke up with a hangover, he thought he'd dreamt his entire conversation with me. I could see him looking back at me from time-to-time during class, not bothering with notes as he wondered if he'd actually spoken to me at the party.

But now, he was certain there was something off about me. Maybe I needed to leave sooner than expected.

When Junhui turned his focus to the screen again, I peeped out from behind the bookshelf I hid behind. I sighed - I could only imagine the things he was seeing. Junhui shook his head - I don't think he'd closed his gaping mouth once. I knew all too well what the articles said.

JANITOR CAUGHT PLACING HIDDEN CAMERAS IN AIR VENTS AT LOCAL HIGH SCHOOL!

TEACHER ADMITS TO BUYING AND SELLING DRUGS TO STUDENTS!

LAW SUIT FILED AGAINST PRINCIPAL FOR STEALING FUNDRAISER MONEY!

Those were only the cases close to here, of course. And, right with the articles, I knew the pictures that were there. Me, with a class of students all wearing matching uniforms and smiles. A picture of me standing with other students, secrets hidden in our gazes.

I wondered if Junhui realized they were all actually me, or if he thought they were someone else.

Oddly, a small amount of fear filtered through me. Looping around my ribs until it settled directly on my heart - I didn't want to leave him, I realized. I didn't want him to find out about me; I feared he would fear me.

And I really, really didn't want that.

A sigh escaped my lips as I leaned against the bookshelf, out of view from everyone. My thoughts tilted and spun, not settling on one conclusion. I could stay here until my job is done - until I've exposed someone in this school. Or, I could leave. My first and only unfinished job; I could leave it behind. Leave Wen Junhui behind.

I didn't like either option.

"You weren't lying," it was a statement. I hadn't heard him walk up, but Wen Junhui was now standing directly in front of me. His eyebrows were furrowed, knuckles almost turning white as he clutched his phone. Clearing his throat, Junhui met my eyes. "About seeing aura's. You were telling the truth, weren't you?

I simply nodded. Junhui sighed, looking down again as he, too, nodded. He gulped - I was anxious to see what he would say.

"Was it you?"

I paused - I should lie to him. It shouldn't have been possible to know everyone's secrets; to know the darkest thoughts some people didn't know they hid. But, I made it possible. I just nodded again.

"Are you leaving soon?" Junhui's voice was soft. I imagined his eyes to match how sad he sounded.

"I don't have an answer to that," I replicated his tone. Junhui moved in slowly, my back melting into the bookcase as his shoes tapped against mine. His hands hovered before they fell onto the shelf beside my head. Junhui glanced up slowly.

"You can't leave, not yet."

I didn't want to.

—

"So," Jeonghan beamed at me as I sat down. A quick glance to Junhui - he was already looking at me. "What's that about?"

I shrugged, "what's what about?" I looked at Junhui again - he smiled gently at me before turning away.

"That!" Jeonghan laguhed. The boy looked like he was about to implode he was bouncing and grinning so much. "Since when are you and Jun so close? You would be so cute, though - two mysterious beings just lingering in the corner of a room. Wait, that sounds creepy - you're like-"

I didn't even look at Jeonghan as I spoke. "You're rambling."

He rolled his eyes, huffing before grabbing my attention. Jeonghan's smile became fainter, more delicate as he looked at me. "Y/N, the way that boy looks at you - it definitely is something. And the way you smile at him - you've never glowed brighter, Y/N. The smallest interaction and it's like the two of you are heart eyes personified."

I don't think I could respond even if I knew what to say.

A movement outside caught my attention before the scream did. Everyone rushed to see what happened, but the ice that was traveling up my lungs gave me a hint. I looked idly in front of me - the girl from the party, her chair's empty.

I stood up slowly, mindlessly walking to the windows as people around me began crying. A glance down - it wasn't her. Rather, the other girl at the party - the one she was jealous of - was on the ground bleeding out. She wouldn't survive.

A warm hand wrapped around mine. Junhui seemed to sculpt himself around me, his free arm looping around my hips tenderly. He took a look out of the window, wincing before turning away. His breath fanned against my cheek as he leaned in to whisper in my ear. "Was this your doing?"

"I'm not sure," it seemed the longer I stayed here, the more uncertain I became.

A ding echoed simultaneously throughout the room. Everyone paused, looking at their phones. Gasps filtered around the room before the whispers started. Someone had updated the forum.

I pushed her.

—

An ambulance was called even though it was already too late. Sirens circled around the atmosphere, everything else dulling out as it seemed I couldn't focus on anything else. Warmth seemed to sprinkle around me again as Junhui intertwined his hand with mine.

He nudged my head to the side where a police car came into view. Being lead by handcuffs was my classmate, her face void of any emotion. Her eyes met mine - the numb cage gave away as acceptance began to show.

She didn't look away from me even after the car door was shut.

—

He was sitting in front of me, eyes always cast away from mine. Wen Junhui was silent as he played with his fingers, legs crossed as he almost folded into himself. I cleared my throat - nothing.

I sighed, "Jun."

"Junhui," he corrected. Junhui glimpsed at me briefly, sending a small smile my way. "I told you I like how you say my name, didn't I?"

"Junhui," I spoke sarcastically. But he still grinned that dumb, lovesick grin that I was starting to get used to. "You just dragged me over here with no explanation other than we should sit down. What do you want?"

He took a minute, eyebrows furrowing as he ran through his thoughts. Junhui opened his mouth a few times before shaking his head and thinking again. After a long pause, he spoke quietly. "I want you to stay."

"Junhui-"

"I know you can't," he interrupted me. He held his eyes to mine, slowly grasping one of my hands into his own. "For whatever bizarre reason, you have to do this. But, I just need to know if you want to stay. If you could, would you stay? With me?"

I didn't have to ponder the question long, "if I could, I would."

Junhui grinned, "that's all I need to know."

He was quick to lean in, his nose briefly bumping against mine. The kiss was smooth and I found myself wishing that I freeze time. I wanted to stay in this moment; live in the warmth Junhui was surrounded in. I just wanted to stay - but we both knew I couldn't. We pulled away, still lingering and melting against each other as we caught our breath.

Junhui kissed my forehead softly, "come back to me."

I hummed, leaning into him even more. This time, I had a reason. I told myself to never hover around a city for too long; to never linger. Yet, here I was, tangled and locked into a boy who's aura was the purest I'd seen.

"I'll see you again," it was a promise.

—

this! is! a! monster! hhhh this took forever and im so sorry! anywho, i hope you enjoyed this! the drama its based on is really dark, but 12/10 recommend the loml, nanno,,, thank you for reading, ♡♡

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